This is a song about "Life school"

And now that i’m getting money

School flunkie, pill junky

Clear perception, people at school think i live a good life,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

But now i'm in high school

That's the sound of my tool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

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

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

While we going through the school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,