This is a song about "Life without school"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Am not gonna leave my life without a fight

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil

Spinning in circles, live my life without rehearsal

Has just debuted to spew his life without shame

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I don't know how i lived so long without her in my life

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool

Instead you just cruise through your life, without even giving yourself a chance,

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps