This is a song about "Graveny school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Do you need to go back to school?

Skated from howwies straight to your school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded