This is a song about "Middle school band"

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Middle school was finally done

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

Baby girl my stroke official

It's the middle, the middle

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Just a couple more months then middle school bound

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound