This is a song about "School"

But she forgot about the golden rule

But policy was...you gotta go to school

She going to borrow some money

School flunkie, pill junky

While we going through the school

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

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And i need you to show me love

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

That was till she chose a school

Iced out, okay cool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Every kid in the school yard

No gimmick: real time, real heart