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

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Leaving them feeling weakless and chilled

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

My wifes leaving me for nothing and i wanna know why.

And if i do go you better come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you