This is a song about "Spanish school supplies"

Screwed in spanish, english, and religion and its just a coincidence

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Me and my microphone could be one

Middle school was finally done

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Why do people eat up the shit he supplies?

That's the sound of my tool

Do you need to go back to school?

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Oblivious to negativity like it was spanish