This is a song about "Junior s small dick"

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You're the reason why i keep my circle small

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

I didn't even know i'd the be the junior krit back then,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Whilst in a school called junior high

So y'all niggas can fly

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

But my junior year english teacher portrayed