This is a song about "Son s high school graduation"

Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

A straight road with loops but its enough to screw you fool 'cause my flow is too cool/

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That high school sounded cool