This is a song about "Springfield high school diss"

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Finish high school, study for physics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Cause you are on the diss,

Watch me fuck all these bitches

Of a high school kid and his real times

Picture me lettin this chump survive

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

School was a bummer, all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Then came high school where everything's different see