This is a song about "School"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Every kid in the school yard

February cold as my heart

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Iced out, okay cool

That was till she chose a school

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Rapping rule, back to school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Do you need to go back to school?

Strapped up, know i keep that tool