This is a song about "Maris stella high school"

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

Then came high school where everything's different see

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

She acting all extra

You should call me fresh stella

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

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool