This is a song about "Film school"

That was till she chose a school

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

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

But she forgot about the golden rule

I am the killer, horror film addict i rhyme so much i don't need a filler,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

School flunkie, pill junky

Dc, man over money

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Take that big l for skipping school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school