This is a song about "In"

Knocked out in the lunch in

Go where you ain't been

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

After lebron, i'm what's next

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Girl listen, trying to position

I get in where i fit in.

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six