This is a song about "School mates"

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Or closed casket for our troubles

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

I told myself that i would play it cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

No david lettermans acting a fool

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

That was till she chose a school

Then you look like a fucking fool