This is a song about "School counselors"

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Like a small garage in your backyard

Every kid in the school yard

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

See i learned it in school

The thugs say i'm cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

That high school sounded cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.