This is a song about "School life making goals for the future"

The favorite nigger turned into freddy kruger

I was makeing room for a pretty nigga in the future,

The truth is that the future for our youth is not a brighter time,

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

If u ain't gunna vote for me you probably ride the short buss to school

The next day i went to the gym to see all my friends making a cake for the school

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

It's made for the people who wants to ditch school, but

Its time for the future and time for a new me"

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And say it in a rhyme for the future of our youth,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice