This is a song about "Junior high"

The world stops revolving the gravity is high

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

When he told martin luther king junior

Just like a priest whose preaching on high

Revelations say you either fry or fly

I shine like something in the sky

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

That's the window into the sky

Buy some french fries, then i get high