This is a song about "Being historian in school"

Thinking it’s playing cool, they don’t stay in school,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

I wasn't well in school, got in trouble with their faculty,

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Iced out, okay cool

See i learned it in school

Whilst in a school called junior high

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

But five years from now i bet she see

In my old school, with the naughty

It was my first year in high school

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