This is a song about "School"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

Take that big l for skipping school

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Middle school was finally done

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

School flunkie, pill junky

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school