This is a song about "My schol"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My own unknown is my enemy,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out