This is a song about "Snakes at school"

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Feelin the voltage rattle like snakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

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

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score