This is a song about "Perfection in school"

Even poor people can use me in every school!

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Represent the borough nigga, b.k. all day

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

Whilst in a school called junior high

I wonder why, i sit and cry

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

The game manifested me as perfection/

My talent should take me places i've never been

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

In my old school, with the naughty

Went to school and sat in the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,