This is a song about "Missing school on saturday"

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

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Try to focus on school, as music will never be your job,

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Yet he just passed through school lying on every coaches’ dick,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school