This is a song about "Residential schools"

When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I'm in high rhymes schools your're in third

Mirror mirror on the wall

Schools out, its time to ball.

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

The type of guy that'll invade ya schools

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Go where you ain't been

Schools are like a prison

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Who 's the say i won't rule one day and open the schools and say