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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And if you get shot get help cause im leaving

Leaving you laying there like your gazin at the moon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Between the battle starting, and me leaving the whole place