This is a song about "School"

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Middle school was finally done

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But policy was...you gotta go to school