This is a song about "Finishing school"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

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

But policy was...you gotta go to school