This is a song about "School"

But she forgot about the golden rule

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

And they can't see the tragedy

School flunkie, pill junky

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

With some hard new school instrumentals.

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Every kid in the school yard

I know my calling's worth like phone card