This is a song about "School"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

With some hard new school instrumentals.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

While we going through the school

Skated from howwies straight to your school

So like i said before don't act a fool

No david lettermans acting a fool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor