This is a song about "High school kind of love"

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

This is to my unborn child

Kind of practical that this relationship

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Of a high school kid and his real times

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

And i know that your supply

Whilst in a school called junior high

Then came high school where everything's different see

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

There's tension though, of the sexual kind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

There's nothin' like where i come from

Malcolm is the kind of person

No david lettermans acting a fool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,