This is a song about "Making a school"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Making a how to be successful researches,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

School was quite nice, felt a little breezy/

A ghetto in the making.

I know the road i'm taking

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

If you feel it, it must be real just

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Milks cool, got school in a while/

That ain't really my style

Whilst in a school called junior high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie