This is a song about "School raps"

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

It was my first year in high school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

I told myself that i would play it cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

The bus pulls up beside the school

That's the sound of my tool

Iced out, okay cool

My friends were off at school

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

She do it with no hands

And even worse my raps