This is a song about "Grammar school"

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That was till she chose a school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Hey, must be the money

School flunkie, pill junky

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Wronger than my grammar and stronger than my grandma

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/