This is a song about "Super model school skirt"

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

You're talking to one of the greatest

Skirt the edges liars built

Took you forever to get dressed, i acknowledge your effort

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt

Never said i was a role model so don't point

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I'm super beast without a lease

And all my childhood memories

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

And wallowed in sorrow, borrowed cash, i'm a role model,

Our relationship seems to be even shorter than your skirt,

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Go so postal, oh so bold and cold, i'm not your role model,

To make karma come faster than she normally will