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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

So don't waste your time, get back to studying school, and,

I'm rapping for my mates

I know what it takes

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Skated from howwies straight to your school

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

My talent should take me places i've never been

Its leaving nothing but resent and destruction

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool