This is a song about "Prep school"

No david lettermans acting a fool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

Then you look like a fucking fool

My friends were off at school

That was till she chose a school

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

Secondary school was secondary to

Let me drug you up and put different things in you