This is a song about "Schools out"

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Get up out out my way

But keep them cigarettes away

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

Instead invest in some medical schools//

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Spoken loud they smoking out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I gotta little clout

Its splendid when it works out

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Get yours; you know what this about