This is a song about "School s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

Pay dues like a hair salon

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Women front, they get its cold

S queezys very bold