This is a song about "Junior varsity"

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

When i fuck i use the pill, cause i don't want a junior

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

When he told martin luther king junior

Yet magazines still tellin me im not gettin my varsity letter yet

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high