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

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

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

And use it all to get high on the medical herbs

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

That high school sounded cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

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

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

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

It was my first year in high school

That's the sound of my tool

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,