This is a song about "Prep school"

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That high school sounded cool

Everyone looks at me and laughs because i am a prep

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Its a war with the enemy

School flunkie, pill junky

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool