This is a song about "Enrollment"

So we now we stripped, need a poll for this shit

Cause i got mad niggas around ready to take the next hit.

You're both invalid, you're finna get your mics impounded

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

Chronicles of earning, get a job, do work. apply.. or register..

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,