This is a song about "Kennedy junior high"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Look a kennedy -- private sailboat with the amenities

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

And in fact i can’t deny

You know every night i'm high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

I'm the other guy

Aint that why we get high,

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

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

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid