This is a song about "Leaving middle school"

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Middle school was finally done

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

So yall people best be leaving

I was born to do the damn thing

Lady at the frank stand will

Boys oink like you in the middle

Loyalty is our middle initial,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol