This is a song about "School raps"

And even worse my raps

For setting up traps

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool

Quick with the intricate raps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Every kid in the school yard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Iced out, okay cool

While we going through the school

But policy was...you gotta go to school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

I can only construct raps

Living out of bags