This is a song about "School"

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

And even your friends at school.

Do you need to go back to school?

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Take that big l for skipping school

School flunkie, pill junky

Fuck that now trying get the money