This is a song about "Gus weed school books cars"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

For the record, this not in the books

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

The you should look up in the stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Rapping turned to my benediction, bought books only nonfiction,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

So here i am at the store for some chips

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers