This is a song about "School"

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Blasting out some backyard

Every kid in the school yard

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

See i learned it in school

She going to borrow some money

School flunkie, pill junky

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

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

That's the sound of my tool

My friends were off at school