This is a song about "School work"

And their bloods trying make it work.

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

You'll never be late for work

Puttin in work, to much work,

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

But now i'm in high school

Iced out, okay cool

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Do you need to go back to school?

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price