This is a song about "School"

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Do you need to go back to school?

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool

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

And even your friends at school.

Skated from howwies straight to your school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school