This is a song about "Bonneville primary school"

Trying to get back to this thing called love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But now i'm in high school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

While we going through the school

Take that big l for skipping school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school

School flunkie, pill junky

Dc, man over money