This is a song about "Moving on to high school"

And i keep on moving like nothing wrong

And before the sun came up, he was gone

As my name get bigger this game get different

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

And i know that your supply

Whilst in a school called junior high

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

Yo sprawled out on the field and not moving

Dont your already know mother fuckers ive been a fool,

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

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

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

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town