This is a song about "School"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But now i'm in high school

Middle school was finally done

I hit your block and we can box for fun

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

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

That was till she chose a school

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool