This is a song about "School is out"

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Fuck school, all it is, is just unnecessary bullshit

I told myself that i would play it cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Secret society all we ask is trust

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

I don't think it will work out, school just ain't my thing for the price

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Because school is really dumb i mean whats the fuckin point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price