This is a song about "Screw school"

Can you picture my specific plan

Well, screw that cause i'm an ice cold man

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

"how the fuck we supposed to screw, you're only two inches long"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

See i learned it in school

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Screw o'reilly, talking random, don't he know when to shut up?

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Perpetual head of this spittin'thing he'll screw yo terra

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

When they here today what you say to them

Like screw you for trying to doubt me again