This is a song about "School buses"

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

It was my first year in high school

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Carry kids like weightlifting school buses full of it

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Do you need to go back to school?

That was till she chose a school

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

I told myself that i would play it cool