This is a song about "My schol"

Ahh, me so horny

These my rhymes and my story

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My words are my rhythm

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My own unknown is my enemy,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused