This is a song about "Heritage high school"

I call that shit that middle school

That high school sounded cool

School was a bummer, all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And even your friends at school.

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Dropped out of high school to be a dope head punk