This is a song about "Bars in school"

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Writing bars down in these columns

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Whilst in a school called junior high

But she forgot about the golden rule

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Milks cool, got school in a while/

They say i don't never smile

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars