This is a song about "School supplies"

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

We will never die, we are forever alive

Cause i aint going down fo some bullshit, deal yo supplies

Crackhead on drug supplies

Before we see it's hard to live

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Middle school was finally done

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

And solomon supplies the hazy

They gotta point em out baby