This is a song about "School and enerd"

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

We hang at school and chat every night

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Went to school and sat in the back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

And they asked me whilst the school burnt, what they were imagining

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

After school me and a crew cruise

Its cold as shit in this booth

Go to school and smoke dope.

Motivated just from being broke

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you