This is a song about "School"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

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

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

See i learned it in school

School flunkie, pill junky

Not hungry for my poetry

That high school sounded cool

Higher than high school

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

The bus pulls up beside the school

I told myself that i would play it cool