This is a song about "School"

Iced out, okay cool

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

The bus pulls up beside the school

That's the sound of my tool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That high school sounded cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school