This is a song about "School learners"

That was till she chose a school

Iced out, okay cool

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Education requires bright learners,but society is filled with murderers

See, and now life seem hard

Every kid in the school yard

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

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Not hungry for my poetry

School flunkie, pill junky