This is a song about "School ideas"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

It was my first year in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Do you need to go back to school?

Ideas sexual but the rules not flexible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

These i ideas that i speak in my own songs

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

My rhyme ideas come out so fast i need four pads

And even your friends at school.

Iced out, okay cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school