This is a song about "Prep school"

When im waiting for mealtime at school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

See i learned it in school

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That high school sounded cool

That's the sound of my tool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Do you need to go back to school?

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule