This is a song about "Junior from spkane"

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

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

You dont know where im from

It's slight blemishes and life system

When he told martin luther king junior

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future

There's nothin' like you where i come from

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

How fitting we at stadium

You're just coming down from

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

They know where i come from

Magic city tipping them