This is a song about "Coonley school"

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Every kid in the school yard

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

But policy was...you gotta go to school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The bus pulls up beside the school

That's the sound of my tool