This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Then you look like a fucking fool

My friends were off at school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

That high school sounded cool

Back in tha old school

School flunkie, pill junky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That was till she chose a school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That i wanna stay in the same school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor