This is a song about "Ag school"

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I told myself that i would play it cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Then you look like a fucking fool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Up at three, school at dawn,

But just when it gets good, she's gone

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool