This is a song about "Not well in school"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Every kid in the school yard

And in the end i hear you're not even really that well equipped.

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

Coz he was a bad boy,maybe i'm not so well

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Well this youngin' taking it back to old school

So like i said before don't act a fool

It was my first year in high school

But not to get to college degree or go staying in school,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Well we're not and your caught in the disgusting things saying it's all trusting