This is a song about "School basketball bullying"

We can never be friends

I hope bullying ends.

They tell me i'm mammas boy,a piece toy, bullying me every moment,scratch me with alloy,

Right now, so the boy can see it, i dont wanna be rude, neither crude, but fuck boy

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

Basketball without rim shillings

They bringing me fish and chips

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Showing my skills like i'm playing basketball on the court

Do you need to go back to school?

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool