This is a song about "Skipping school"

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Your intestines out and use them for rope skipping

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And even your friends at school.

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

When i was little i was writing shit while other kids was out skipping rope