This is a song about "Leaving school and your mates"

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

I practiced till that shit made perfect

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

And now your in a school with a bunch of rich white dudes

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And if you get shot get help cause im leaving

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Early adapters agree they all late

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Upon listening to a verse your leaving in a hearse