This is a song about "Military school"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Take that big l for skipping school

I'm a military militia from vietnam

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

Do you need to go back to school?

No david lettermans acting a fool

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school