This is a song about "School"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

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

Do you need to go back to school?

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Then you look like a fucking fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Because i'm the best writer in school,

While we going through the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.