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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Finish high school, study for physics

He goes to school with the same thing on is mind

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Then came high school where everything's different see

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

But now i'm in high school

That's the sound of my tool