This is a song about "School"

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That i wanna stay in the same school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That high school sounded cool

This thing that you could imagine

Middle school was finally done

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Dc, man over money

School flunkie, pill junky

Looking at your money

School flunkie, pill junky

It was my first year in high school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool