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

That was till she chose a school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Fresh outta school but only for the week,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I don't have to write a rap for you to recognize that

And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I'mma kill you for tellin me that i can't rap

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that