This is a song about "School and bitches"

And if you looka all the bitches...

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

When they hear me rocking the groove

Went to school and sat in the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Mind your motherfucking business

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

Can barely walk the city streets