This is a song about "Smoking after school"

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

I make her kitten moist

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

So 3 weeks later, after school i was looking for my supposedly best friend

Do whatever it takes to resist the temptationbrenda got herself a boyfriend

My friends were off at school

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool