This is a song about "School"

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

School flunkie, pill junky

Off of your melody

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Just to match the grind with precision

Middle school was finally done

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool