This is a song about "School related"

Iced out, okay cool

Rapping rule, back to school

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

You wrote that big shit but nothing is related to rapping.

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool