This is a song about "School mates"

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

She probably had a reason though

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

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

Every kid in the school yard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Take that big l for skipping school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool