This is a song about "School"

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

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

It was my first year in high school

That high school sounded cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Here i go again, falling in love