This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That high school sounded cool

So like i said before don't act a fool

Do you need to go back to school?

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

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

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That i wanna stay in the same school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

But she forgot about the golden rule