This is a song about "Junior"

Whilst in a school called junior high

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

And that i spent the night with her

When he told martin luther king junior

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

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

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

Tied with an evil eye since junior high. i remember she would hide

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

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