This is a song about "Male high school"

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

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

We'll spit as hard as any male rapper.

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Whilst in a school called junior high

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That high school sounded cool

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Then came high school where everything's different see

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner