This is a song about "Prep school"

When im waiting for mealtime at school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

School flunkie, pill junky

It ain't hard to make money

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school

That i wanna stay in the same school

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

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school