This is a song about "High school wrestling"

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

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

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

So like i said before don't act a fool

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

We passed high school only by a couple inches

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz