This is a song about "Future schools"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Do we plan for our future

Going broke, no sir

Thinking about my future

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

That bitch was racist, got me fired

But what you can’t see is my future,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Schools are like a prison

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Nothing for the future

I think it excited her

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

In public schools the kids beat up when seeing shook whites,

When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see