This is a song about "School"

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Middle school was finally done

They had a hell of a run

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

That was till she chose a school

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

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school