This is a song about "Im just chilling at school i got a pencil its number two"

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

You mothers still in grade school i got a degree

Still got that blunt lit but im in school so no i aint gone pass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I can just stab you with a pencil but i make it more suspenseful and diss you.

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

I pen point these niggas like a pencil

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Hey now got a thing for you

Im number one your number two

Stacking the cash, at this rate im yet to fly a jet. so i just bet,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead