This is a song about "Being at school"

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

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

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

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

At the thought of being popular

Fuckin chicks is a rule if my girl think im loyal then that bitch is a fool

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Student at a broken down school, fucking fags need a tuneup

When im waiting for mealtime at school

But she forgot about the golden rule

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Anto's rhymes are like pantomimes, always being laughed at