This is a song about "School supplies"

That's the sound of my tool

That was till she chose a school

See i learned it in school

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

I fucked up, i ain't make it through school

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Do you need to go back to school?

Then you look like a fucking fool