This is a song about "Leaving school and your mates"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Leaving you curious about your cheerios

It’s something that’s in your veins

I'm rapping for my mates

So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

Hang on my words, but more concerned with my latest necklace

Leaving their armor rusted and torn i'll exploit your defenses

Its leaving nothing but resent and destruction

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win