This is a song about "Being bad in school"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I believed in a higher being.

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Got my foot on the gas

Instead of being in class

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Cops called dad, tellin him at school i was actin bad,

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I actually did not too bad in school considering

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven