This is a song about "Fitting into school"

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

But when i go back into that lingering school i'm a loser,

You'd be better off fitting this dick in your mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Fitting of my eminent stature

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

You in your after life fitting in hell perfectly

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

I look around and begin walking into the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

The bus pulls up beside the school