This is a song about "School ideas"

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

It was my first year in high school

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Fantasizing about the fountains, i have better ideas, why fuck it with college/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

I'm not creative, ideas started leaking from my mental/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Overwhelmed by ideas, thoughts from consumption

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin