This is a song about "School hate"

When the club gets played

U wreak of absurd hate

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.

I hate it and i hate you,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

I'm dreaming to be great

Dont care about the hate

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

New york, va, dc, get paid

Its the things that i hate

In his body and face

Don't like school, i hate this place