This is a song about "School and partyes"

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

We hang at school and chat every night

But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick

But best believe i'd school and coma any mc

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

So ya pick a fight in school and ya threatened with expulsion.

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

I look around and begin walking into the school

He owns all of us and the school too

And if i do go you better come through

Went to school and sat in the back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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/