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"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

But we get by that's all that matters

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

I like my pussies tighter than a fat bitch in a girdle

Bitch i found my path, still in school but im not good with math.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass