This is a song about "School furniture"

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Middle school was finally done

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

That was till she chose a school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Rapping rule, back to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Then you look like a fucking fool

While we going through the school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool