This is a song about "School"

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

That i wanna stay in the same school

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Or closed casket for our troubles

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

But conflicts they keep on growing

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Do you need to go back to school?

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit