This is a song about "High school wrestling"

High school drop out n' was questioned

Clap two times if you drunk

Then came high school where everything's different see

It's a battlejust for tha big money

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

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

No don't do wrestling go won't to heckling

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/