This is a song about "School ideas"

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Do you need to go back to school?

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

But now i'm in high school

Iced out, okay cool

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space