This is a song about "School rap"

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Because i'm the best writer in school,

We have nothing in common

Middle school was finally done

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

While we going through the school

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

And every time i rap on this school ground i'm the principal

We original officially the most original

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Skated from howwies straight to your school