This is a song about "Prom school schoolmates"

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

So like i said before don't act a fool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Me and my microphone could be one

Middle school was finally done

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool