This is a song about "My school"

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

Hip hop in general now you wanna dive in a semen swimmin pool

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks