This is a song about "Index"

This is just me braggin for the record

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

You're on his menu,

I call em up, they might fall through

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

Cutting class for the pool

Graduate as a master in fact a big factor

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

My raps are like an ocean while your rap is like a pool

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool