This is a song about "Forget school"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Forget all the temper swings

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

While we going through the school

Back to my shoes how could i forget

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

And none that hears it dare forget.

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I know that i should forget

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool