This is a song about "Starting school"

Rapping rule, back to school

Iced out, okay cool

It’s starting to make sense

I can taste the salt from my tears

Pain, he's ready for whatever

Starting to stink bury her,

I just wanna be higher than that

That i'm starting to lose it

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

You starting to understand, that i love contraband

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Starting all these riots

Now my future is starting to look unclear

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year