This is a song about "School mates"

Rapping rule, back to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations