This is a song about "School"

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

That was till she chose a school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool