This is a song about "School"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Skated from howwies straight to your school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Take that big l for skipping school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

School flunkie, pill junky

Its a war with the enemy

School flunkie, pill junky

Hey, must be the money

The bus pulls up beside the school

That's the sound of my tool