This is a song about "Getting nominated for head girl"

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

Oh girl, i think it's getting late

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

If his girl insist on getting sick

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

Little girl for a big boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/