This is a song about "School"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

That was till she chose a school

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Cause time is money

School flunkie, pill junky

I told myself that i would play it cool

That i wanna stay in the same school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

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

While we going through the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool