This is a song about "School weed parties girls"

They prefer to go to parties or participate in shootings

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Weekend parties go quick no bluff,out of time it tends to suck

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I remember all the block parties, music, and the robberies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

2:26 // verse 2: you went to the girls school, in the year below me