This is a song about "School"

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Hope all over again, we can start

Every kid in the school yard

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

That was till she chose a school

Iced out, okay cool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school