This is a song about "High school stress"

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Success is best/unless the stress

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Of anyone willing to enlighten stress

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree