This is a song about "Graduated nigga"

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

To toy with em like a fool. im so fucked up, you'd think i graduated from clown school,

To liberate yourself, africa

Yeah, better believe it nigga

Beautiful are thou, africa

You say you got a nigga

I was waiting til i graduated, a diploma in the folder, but its too late i'm reacting

Peddling pests to see the melody's which i've yet to bring, i'm trying to get a sting,

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Young roy to another nigga

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

Our history that they stole, africa

Who knows what the

I'm fresh as fuck nigga

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin