This is a song about "Carroll high school"

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Graduated from high school i'm still tryna fuck the faculty

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

While we going through the school

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Finish high school, study for physics

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

I’m coming back like light-skin and

High school drop out n' was questioned