This is a song about "School furniture"

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Then you look like a fucking fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

The bus pulls up beside the school

I told myself that i would play it cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

School flunkie, pill junky

Took my heart away from money

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

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

My room is empty no furniture and no decor