This is a song about "Saint clares school"

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I'm not no saint but still i try to do good and shit where you all can't,

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Im never apart, their bitches look like saint bernards

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

But i'm too busy trying to show the world i'm a saint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.