This is a song about "National honors society"

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Dumping your dead body in a national intersection.

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Win the grand national, i'll get some capital,

If released society will be insane

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

National debt rises fast, lowers with movements of snails

See i be kicking my raps good, with or without sales

So if it comes down, may the best man win

For local and national attention,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

And my kick game beyond crazy

Sayin "society had taught me

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Third ward general, young cash money