This is a song about "School"

When im waiting for mealtime at school

I told myself that i would play it cool

That i wanna stay in the same school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

School flunkie, pill junky

I’m tryna be low key

That high school sounded cool

Higher than high school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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