This is a song about "High school girls hoeing around"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

We passed high school only by a couple inches

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

It was my first year in high school

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

Finish high school, study for physics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

The club underwater, have em running out the front

All the girls around me man they're wetter than a hydrant

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Whilst in a school called junior high