This is a song about "School"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That high school sounded cool

I told myself that i would play it cool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

But she forgot about the golden rule

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That was till she chose a school