This is a song about "Expelled from school"

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

I told myself that i would play it cool

You think you are cool cuz you came from usa's school.

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

First floor, so it was easy to creep. i knew her from school but we never would speak.

So like i said before don't act a fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Do you need to go back to school?

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