This is a song about "Zuchool island school"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

School flunkie, pill junky

Cause some of you bitches funny

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

They say that karats help your vision

Middle school was finally done

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

And i was one of the fish in this tiny small island

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Supply an entire island of flies, or a botanical garden