This is a song about "Trying in school"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Now kid had to make some moves trying to get his own wheels so he could drive to school

If you're gonna talk a load of shit then i only have one rule,

Old school nature trying to rap pacs twin,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Every kid in the school yard

This for my niggas that really rap hard