This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Middle school was finally done

I can only imagine

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

Take that big l for skipping school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

That i wanna stay in the same school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Do you need to go back to school?

That's the sound of my tool