This is a song about "Weed school guys"

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

See i learned it in school

Iced out, okay cool

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Incase they get jumped my 20 guys

And keep away from clients this bad guys

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

While guys were wastin time credit

I know the world been waiting for that