This is a song about "Home schooled"

Little latasha sho' grown

Yo, once stole a row home

N schooled by killers i got my mathmatic skills frum the realest dope dealers...

Just went back to collegeshe is my dancer, when she dance i throw her dollars

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

I was showed da moves, schooled by the olda dudes.

Wow! when im home, its envy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And i'ma call it my home

Whip, plane, motions own

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

They're telling you too go home

I schooled you so hard call me an essay.

Mary jane keeps me high like every day