This is a song about "Our school"

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Cause i got the burner in the hand

We teach our future our past

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

That i wanna stay in the same school

I told myself that i would play it cool

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

The bus pulls up beside the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Shout out my nigga miles

With some hard new school instrumentals.