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"

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Like your stranded in the high sea's and i hope your

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I write my test and pass it in to the teacher

And then along came the wrong man for her

The economy were i am has less chance of profession and your better

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

And i will pull down my pants and proceed to sit

I put your bitch in the bed than we fucking on your door

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for