This is a song about "It ll be cold day in hell when you guys say i fell got led astray from my path pretty fast cause of a bitch with a fat ass in my nigga s math class but shit we all get fooled that s the hidden curriculum in high school we all get treated like tools by foo"

When they wouldn't be the same with a day in my shoes,

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Bitch you say your my grade but we ain't in the same division,

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

But we get by that's all that matters

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Math wasn't my best, guessed on all of my test, felt it all in my chest.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed