This is a song about "School"

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

School flunkie, pill junky

I’m tryna be low key