This is a song about "Succeeding in school"

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Whilst in a school called junior high

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

The school kid in a cruel trip that's a fallacy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Bun b, i’m underground king

Succeeding no chance of grieving

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That i wanna stay in the same school