This is a song about "School"

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool

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

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

That i wanna stay in the same school

I told myself that i would play it cool

The bus pulls up beside the school

School flunkie, pill junky

Off of your melody