This is a song about "Cute new boy in school"

Now i lead a new school full of students

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

She was new to the school i think she moved from texas

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Soulja boy can spit in fact,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

A new school wack rapper who can't write a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Now i lead a new school full of students

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts