This is a song about "Failing school"

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But he keeps trying and failing, he winds up bailing

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And since the economy's failing well you know all the names,

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Take that big l for skipping school

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar/