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

That i love, got to take ya to school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

I rap supreme no need for dreams

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Distractin' half of the crap rap wannabe rappers, mad reactions,

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Cause that rap ain't gotta be for fun

Just to match the grind with precision