This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Take that big l for skipping school

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That i wanna stay in the same school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

And my only fear's a wedding ring