This is a song about "Fuck your school"

I wouldn't listen to 'emyour power movement was cool

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

Fuck your criteria

Who knows what the

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

Fuck prada, the devil wears a school uniform

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

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

And even your friends at school.