This is a song about "School furniture"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

School flunkie, pill junky

That's why i'm makin' money

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Do you need to go back to school?

Then you look like a fucking fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

It was my first year in high school

Take that big l for skipping school

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