This is a song about "School and mates"

And tell all you mates that im killin you

And if i do go you better come through

Go to school and smoke dope.

Since i was left with no hope

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

After school me and a crew cruise

And they asked me whilst the school burnt, what they were imagining

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Went to school and sat in the back

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/