This is a song about "Leaving school"

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool

They gotta point em out baby

Is slowly fucking leaving me

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Leaving all this behind

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Genious brilliance core,leaving screaming for more,

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Leaving god undefeated

Wrecking and leaving em, it's unbelievable/

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle