This is a song about "Graduation song"

And we don't know no right from wrong

Can barely finish a song

But here comes graduation,

Or babies they raisin

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You seen me evolve more with each song

You're listening to this song

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Can't wait for my graduation bitch so i can finna leave the bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

For the intoxicating lyrical content of my song,

Help us find our inner song

Ha, and the bitches all gone

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long