This is a song about "When im gine"

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Wrighting all these raps when im feeling bored,

When im at front im looking at her cleavage,

They vaguely decipher my language

Sinnin' but sick when im winnin' unconsciously

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Haters ask when im gone stop never

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

When im hazed and dazed