This is a song about "Elementary school"

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Got through elementary,

Christ. did she go to elementary with jesus?

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

But im not leavin im going to grab ur son from elementary school,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Every kid in the school yard

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

With some hard new school instrumentals.