This is a song about "School"

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

That was till she chose a school

School flunkie, pill junky

Not hungry for my poetry

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Middle school was finally done

And you can tell everyone

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And i need you to show me love

That's the sound of my tool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Take that big l for skipping school