This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That i wanna stay in the same school

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

That's the sound of my tool

While we going through the school

But she forgot about the golden rule

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

Do you need to go back to school?

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

It was my first year in high school