This is a song about "Ag school"

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

That was till she chose a school

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

Rapping rule, back to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But she forgot about the golden rule

But policy was...you gotta go to school

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Every kid in the school yard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard