This is a song about "Our school"

But policy was...you gotta go to school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

School flunkie, pill junky

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

The thugs say i'm cool

And even your friends at school.

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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