This is a song about "School mates"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

I know what it takes

I'm rapping for my mates

Let's have a toast for this new love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

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

That was till she chose a school

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

And tell all you mates that im killin you

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate