This is a song about "They right"

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

They couldn't find or muster the right words to use

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

And they believe us, because i know when it’s all not right

Me and you just need to talk a bit

And they right, shit i probably won't make it

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Of the words i spit, they will attack right to thee.

And they were right, truth is i was still a virgin

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

They fly, right beside my eyes

... club, we'll be actin' real nice