This is a song about "Sparking after school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

My time with their half-witted reviews

After school me and a crew cruise

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

In addition she disappeared shortly after

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

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

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

This is everything that we call hype

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Igniting cheeko is sparking fear,i rip lines-make mind binds-my lyrics make eyes

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

That i will leave earth with her

Splatter guts n' catchya after