This is a song about "Swag at school"

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

My conscious only knew whats half tight

We hang at school and chat every night

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

And we don't know no right from wrong

Up at three, school at dawn,

I arrived at my school, realize i was cool

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school