This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Take that big l for skipping school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Iced out, okay cool

That was till she chose a school

It was my first year in high school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded