This is a song about "Op school"

That's the sound of my tool

That was till she chose a school

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

That high school sounded cool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Whether its school, family, or friends

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Do you need to go back to school?

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool