This is a song about "Finishing school"

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

School flunkie, pill junky

The bus pulls up beside the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

The thugs say i'm cool

See i learned it in school

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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