This is a song about "Going back to school"

In school i never said a word to her, i had a small vocabulary back than always tongue tied,

Bitches die in a hurry, still i ride, i'm never worriedmr. makaveli tell me to ride and i'mma ride

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'll be right back in a bit going to find a runaway and make her my bitch

So don't waste your time, get back to studying school, and,

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

But she forgot about the golden rule

Well this youngin' taking it back to old school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Do you need to go back to school?

Remixing classics, bringing back the old school flow/

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school