This is a song about "School life in chicago"

Even poor people can use me in every school!

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

This the chicago school, fool, best i show a little bit of style

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Chicago days, lake michigan waves

In my old school, with the naughty

Let me rideuntil i get free

Murders out in chicago, its really taking its toll

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Went to school and sat in the back

I don't know why i'm even on this track