This is a song about "Social studies"

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

Studies show i'll get fucked up and then play nintendo.

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

'cause every night she studies hard in her room

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

When its actually just a social occasion

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Leading his way to the top for most wanted and he studies and learns files

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Then i better focus on the studies, always with my buddies,