This is a song about "Medows school"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

Middle school was finally done

We have nothing in common

That i wanna stay in the same school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Every kid in the school yard

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Or closed casket for our troubles

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

That high school sounded cool

That's the sound of my tool