This is a song about "School supplies"

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

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And i need you to show me love

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

And solomon supplies the hazy

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Dc, man over money

School flunkie, pill junky

So like i said before don't act a fool

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