This is a song about "School"

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Do you need to go back to school?

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

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

And even your friends at school.

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