This is a song about "Goin to school it aint so pretty"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You aint old enough to get in a bar your still in school!

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Goin to class readin the grapes of wrath, this aint no dust bowl this a drought,

So we goin out thea. set up shop and get it on out thea.

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

First floor, so it was easy to creep. i knew her from school but we never would speak.

Take it from my girlfriend, so pretty,

I like my girls smart, skinny

You spit so slow, you gotta call a tow to get you where you goin,

Everything is written in the cold, so it can coin-