This is a song about "How bad school is"

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I ask him how the bad bitches

Uppity bitches, handling business

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

And still got my nike boots

I actually did not too bad in school considering

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Scab, fix up look shop joe

"is it cause he's bad" no

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Is all based on how he did in school, well ask einstein how he did

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den