This is a song about "Graphic school"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

So now she picks up the gun

Middle school was finally done

Watch out, it will get graphic,

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

So sleep peacefully, while i work my magic the scene is graphic

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that