This is a song about "Quarters on yale"

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Droning on and on, about geometry and trig....

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your on fire.. your on fire

New message from mom

Cause i already moved on

I can taste the salt from my tears

Relying on myself

Raw, like a hard on wit no condom on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Took the van, went snatch her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

They pick on him and step on him