This is a song about "School clas"

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Every kid in the school yard

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And i need you to show me love

And getting money is the song i sing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing