This is a song about "Schools out"

I have so much to say

Get up out out my way

Spoken loud they smoking out

Get yours; you know what this about

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Its splendid when it works out

Never lookin for a handout

I gotta little clout

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

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

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

And girl you damn right

Out of mind out of sight

The type of guy that'll invade ya schools

When they hear me rocking the groove