This is a song about "School"

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

So like i said before don't act a fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool

Do you need to go back to school?

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

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