This is a song about "My edu"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Work straight out the kitchen

My words are my rhythm

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.