This is a song about "Gross school dinners"

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Dinners on the balcony

Hopin' that my niggas see

While we going through the school

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

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school