This is a song about "At school"

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

I'd get in trouble at school, she'd come put a stop to that quick,

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Never finished school but u a lyricist used to staying at home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Not me, i bet you remember the night

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

When i am at school i do not go near other teenagers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

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