This is a song about "School furniture"

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Whether its school, family, or friends

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

It was my first year in high school

The bus pulls up beside the school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

See i learned it in school

Iced out, okay cool

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

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

And this is dc where the rich see the poor