This is a song about "Finishing school"

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

School flunkie, pill junky

It ain't hard to make money

And even your friends at school.

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

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school