This is a song about "School was crowded"

Sometimes its hard to write these raps, since my brain is crowded.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Across the crowded room,

Self made coming soon

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Crowded with thousands of buds 'n' powders that he was showered with

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

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

We have nothing in common

Middle school was finally done

Dont your already know mother fuckers ive been a fool,

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

High school drop out n' was questioned

Attention is a must