This is a song about "Sparking after school"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

After school im so streesed out so i think to myself this calls for a joint

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

After school me and a crew cruise

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

In addition she disappeared shortly after

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

There is no way you can stop this fire sparking it up like i'm a lighter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon