This is a song about "School lunches"

It was my first year in high school

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

Cause time is money

School flunkie, pill junky

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

While we going through the school

The bus pulls up beside the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Middle school was finally done

Can’t you see just how long my run