This is a song about "Fitting in"

Knocked out in the lunch in

Through thick and thin

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

See i walked in while she creeped in.

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

In every thought, in every word

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Now see im going back in