This is a song about "Learning french at branton junior high"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Buy some french fries, then i get high

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

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

When he told martin luther king junior

And there's little to be glad for

So while out here, at high class luncheons

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Greatness comes at a high price with no reputation defamed

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

We were drunk and high at the same time, so it's kinda hazy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free