This is a song about "High school"

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

We passed high school only by a couple inches

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

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

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Of a high school kid and his real times

And high school bullies pick up on you, make you slash it gone,

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

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

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school