This is a song about "First month of school"

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

But most of all mines broken first

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

They never should of booted me outta reform school

When i first came to the school we hung out every day

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I turn 20 next month, and for the first time

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

The top of the very first inning

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

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.

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader