This is a song about "Junior from the reservation"

So here i am at the store for some chips

My reservation is to make some mills

I be murdering bars

Runnin', runnin' from the same cops

Knowing you was getting by hardly

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

From the cradle to the grave

You're that secret place

Sweat from their pores, foam from the mouth and nose

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And instead get it from hearing the song from the beginning

From the gutter to the roof

A far reach from them rap dudes

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

But my junior year english teacher portrayed