This is a song about "A new school"

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

I am a lyrical criminal hunting your kids outside of middle school

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Whilst in a school called junior high

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Now i lead a new school full of students

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Mental images, vivid as a school-age collage

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas