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

It aint time to shine lights while your dime aint right

This is everything that we call hype

So i be goin so hard

And by the way i'mma start

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-

When he goes to school and chooses to lose it

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Well this youngin' taking it back to old school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I gotta go back to school god dam it

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

This pride aint goin` anywhere unless you drive it away