This is a song about "School"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school

School flunkie, pill junky

And they can't see the tragedy

That was till she chose a school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Amen, they say you only live once

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

I'm a son of a gun

Middle school was finally done

While we going through the school

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