This is a song about "Out past 8 is having trouble in school"

The future is born, put the past in the casket

The real muscle in the message of that

As i light one for ill will

These niggas dont want no trouble

That is i cant go past a mirror without lookin in it

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

If that means what i think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

With women with issues

Cause what's done is in the past it ain't never coming back

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Went to school and sat in the back