This is a song about "School economics"

It was my first year in high school

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Then you look like a fucking fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing