This is a song about "Home school"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school

My friends were off at school

The thugs say i'm cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

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

That was till she chose a school

Got home from school on fire, with florida sun on my back i dont tire

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

If u wanna get home

They blowing up my phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Didn't graduate from highs school from problems in my home,