This is a song about "Shy girls at school"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I'm with three girls at once, call it a 3 course dinner/

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

They slowly showin they colors

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

A bunch thirsty girls in this club look at they throat

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

We hang at school and chat every night

Seen at school, remember the wild mammals?

Or closed casket for our troubles