This is a song about "School"

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Or closed casket for our troubles

With some hard new school instrumentals.

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

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

School flunkie, pill junky

And now that i’m getting money

Then you look like a fucking fool

See i learned it in school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor