This is a song about "We them boys in the school"

Change the pace in which we moving give them something

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Then you look like a fucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

No david lettermans acting a fool

That i wanna stay in the same school

To hold evil in a submission until we have them

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

Every kid in the school yard

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see