This is a song about "Making a school"

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

School was quite nice, felt a little breezy/

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

Without the sound of guns

Making a difference,

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Making love to a professor of divinity

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

High school now, fuck middle school now im lifted, gifted, on a pedestal,

Milks cool, got school in a while/

Run for cover and return fire