This is a song about "Ouran high school host club"

I say okay, i stand up right away, because i do not break a rule

Gravity is the weakest of all forces, perhaps you didn't pass high school,

The director, host is my agenda, italian leather

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

That high school sounded cool

That's the sound of my tool

In high school i met this girl, she really changed my life

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Whilst in a school called junior high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

High school drop out n' was questioned

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

School was a bummer; all the teachers were acting like they had high notoriety