This is a song about "Out of school"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Of a high school kid and his real times

They never should of booted me outta reform school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

When i first came to the school we hung out every day

Out of mind out of sight

Always strap so i was alright

That scary love, never get married love

Now i lead a new school full of students

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Whoever crowned you the king of the school should be drowned/

Former middle school anarchist who hated the ways of modernists/

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service