This is a song about "School"

That high school sounded cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

It was my first year in high school

That's the sound of my tool

While we going through the school

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

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Middle school was finally done

I'm caged up in state prison

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool