This is a song about "Leaving blythewood middle school"

Money ain't a thing

So we just kept leaving

In the middle of a discussion

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Boys oink like you in the middle

And my songs when they reach they official

My salute to you i raise the middle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Just to hear real music i went back to middle school

When 2013 passed along in my first middle school year

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Life is a bitch but i skipped school gripped my balls middle finger saying fuck

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Wide eyed when im leaving

Get off a key like i can’t sing