This is a song about "Failing school"

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

It was my first year in high school

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Only devil's knew i'm failing to compare

I'm fed up of failing, think i'll have more fun masturbating,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

And even your friends at school.

Iced out, okay cool

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Never got to it, now i'm a senior on the verge of failing

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

But he keeps trying and failing, he winds up bailing

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school