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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

You're late for school, you definitely not getting behind

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

During the summer my addiction took a turn for tha worst

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

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

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Take that big l for skipping school

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

But make sure if they do see

You're just a wannabe

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Finish high school, study for physics