This is a song about "School supplies"

While we going through the school

That's the sound of my tool

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And now that i’m getting money

School flunkie, pill junky

I need supplies to make everything alright

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Crackhead on drug supplies

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?