This is a song about "Exluded from school"

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

First floor, so it was easy to creep. i knew her from school but we never would speak.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.