This is a song about "School"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

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

But policy was...you gotta go to school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That was till she chose a school

It was my first year in high school

So like i said before don't act a fool

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

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Fuck that now trying get the money

School flunkie, pill junky