This is a song about "School no cussing"

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

While we going through the school

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

I told myself that i would play it cool

Take that big l for skipping school

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Rapping rule, back to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

The bus pulls up beside the school