This is a song about "New school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Now i lead a new school full of students

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Although i'm the voice of the new school, i fucking respect my past friends,

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

A new school wack rapper who can't write a

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

New passions, enemies new fashion

See i learned it in school

Then you look like a fucking fool