This is a song about "Wannabe rap appropriate for school"

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

I haven't been living, surviving is appropriate to say

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

Try me, battle me. crybaby, wannabe.

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

It's made for the people who wants to ditch school, but

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

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,