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

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Ur cool dude, but ur searching for purpose like mew two, i school fools

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

School is a bore to never go again is what i ask for

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

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat