This is a song about "Senior night"

And drink there syrup all night....

To take all those wrongs and make them right

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Monsters creeping up in the night

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I mean shit, half my senior class done went and got arrested/

Arthritis in my wrist as if a senior man writes this

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

She likes casinos every other night

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing