This is a song about "Toking after school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

Stardom stage smoke toking gotta own this

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Just let me make it appoint to do it after school every day

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Try to match me but i'm smoking, toking up your disses too.

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

The thugs say i'm cool

Rapping rule, back to school

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool