This is a song about "Indus valley world school"

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

The bus pulls up beside the school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I've conversed with the valley of death, and it tells me it's a test.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

Take that big l for skipping school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool