This is a song about "Grammar school"

I told myself that i would play it cool

The bus pulls up beside the school

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

And compared to your grammar, i ain't weak

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Middle school was finally done

White with a badge or anyone

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school