This is a song about "Anything that rhymes with school"

I mean of course just the same old

Anything that i spit comes out in gold!

All i wanna do is show that i can win with rhymes that are simple and easily written,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

My rhymes and style are so defined/ that i could make her cling to me with little time//

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Rhymes aren't purr fect but that comes with practice,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Tell you that your anything but mediocre/

New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt

Fuck you if you feelin' different