This is a song about "Outta school"

So get the heck outta here,

I only roll with the real

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Sliding in and outta her slot

Get outta my face, looking boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Are they made outta plastic?

She's cute but her forehead's big

And i’m talkin, passenger action

We blow shit outta proportion,

Illness, spillin up outta my arteries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Betta stay outta the streets

Ass shots in her seven jeans