This is a song about "Hebron high school"

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

And high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

Then came high school where everything's different see

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

School was a bummer; all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool