This is a song about "School and enerd"

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

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

I get up every day and go to school

We hang at school and chat every night

Now move back over here to the right

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

The thugs say i'm cool

And even your friends at school.

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school