This is a song about "School depperss"

That's the sound of my tool

And even your friends at school.

Every kid in the school yard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

I told myself that i would play it cool

Take that big l for skipping school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

So like i said before don't act a fool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school