This is a song about "Finishing school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Do you need to go back to school?

Fuck that now trying get the money

School flunkie, pill junky

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

Best finishing blow lands/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Middle school was finally done

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit