This is a song about "School and weed and rap"

Iced out, okay cool

And even your friends at school.

I told myself that i would play it cool

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

When i get to warwick avenue

Now lets here your rap while i sit back with some weed and some paper.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I look around and begin walking into the school

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Niggas who be rapping how real they are