This is a song about "Stamp act school appriate"

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

Good love then i can do that for her

That we can't forget the past

No slipping in ya act

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While we going through the school

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

I can't change the way i act

Lord have mercy i act a fool, maybe i need to go back to school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool