This is a song about "School mates"

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

Do you need to go back to school?

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

I like my girls skinny with brains

I'm rapping for my mates

And tell all you mates that im killin you

The boa know they loving the crew

I told myself that i would play it cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

The bus pulls up beside the school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

But now i'm in high school

That's the sound of my tool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

But she forgot about the golden rule