This is a song about "How much i hate school"

Im always on the yard like farmers

How much longer til i topple you toddlers

And then i fucking realized that no matter how much i aspire

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

How can i be a prophet with so much imperfection

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

About how much i can't be without you,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

When your talking about how you made it, i hate it

Miami nights, made a couple grand

I hate how people bring up your past/

I'm devoted to dissing other rappers to hide how much i suck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make