This is a song about "I didnt do my homework"

Mike was so confused he didnt know what to do,

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

But i didnt want people saying my name and other people saying who

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

If i didnt meet you, there wont be no smile on my face.

My rapsheet,cause its longer then shaqs feet i didnt wanna go there

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

Bitch i thought you knew that i didnt owe you, so suck my umbrella in this bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

Whore momy that i didnt do it, plus boy, i can say words, you couldnt even fuck one

Music helps me realize things i didnt know,

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though