This is a song about "Thru"

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

You just gotta keep pushin thru

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

If u haze u might as well come thru

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

Man i was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

So am going to chill and go thru life's rap.