This is a song about "School shootin"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Nothing in my way shootin for the thrown

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

Rapping rule, back to school

Iced out, okay cool

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

For shootin' done to you or we're losing' money

Your better off shootin yourself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself