This is a song about "School"

This is like love, that you can never get

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

When im waiting for mealtime at school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

The bus pulls up beside the school

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Here i go again, falling in love

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool