This is a song about "Junior from spkane"

You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Motivation from medication, starvation from education

Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

If its not couture, i will not go to her

When he told martin luther king junior