This is a song about "Fack school"

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

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Every kid in the school yard

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Then you look like a fucking fool

While we going through the school

That's the sound of my tool

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool