This is a song about "Leaving primary school"

I do the right thing

Wide eyed when im leaving

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,

Whose primary concern is just to hustle and to blaze the grass,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Is slowly fucking leaving me

She going to borrow some money

That's the sound of my tool

My friends were off at school

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Leaving deaths unanswered.

To liberate yourself, africa

Leaving everyone just star-struck in awe

So we just kept leaving

Money ain't a thing