This is a song about "School work"

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

While we going through the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Did some school work, went with the pack

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor