This is a song about "Think of her voice"

Think i just fucked a girl with her tampon on,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Nigga 50 million up on these fuck boys

She gets my problems fixed when i hear her voice

I think about her all the time

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,