This is a song about "Friday school"

I told myself that i would play it cool

It was my first year in high school

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Ridin down the highway on a friday

And i got a little big, keep it low key

But i spent a bit on friday, in the night i hang with donald

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

I ran to the store streaking speaking its friday

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool