This is a song about "Pull up your pants and put it on your waste and tuck in your shirt and don t bleach your face in my days that me a meditate so i study for the test i don t prosecution sit down in the exam am i the great i never get nothing less the a 98 when school door "

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

I want you all up on the floor so go on and get on your feet

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

They sendin' beats for a fuckin' feature

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Lay back and eat steak, as i watch your mother get fucked in the face

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Doctor said i was fine

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

There's a cut, turn around sit on the ground while i pound on your face with

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Your mom wanted me to come, so i came and cummed in her face