This is a song about "School"

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Every kid in the school yard

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Middle school was finally done

And i listen to common

That i wanna stay in the same school

I told myself that i would play it cool