This is a song about "School work"

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I work hard, nigga put in work

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

The concept is so absurd

No a/c cheap car to do work

And their bloods trying make it work.

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard