This is a song about "School"

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

But she forgot about the golden rule

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Cold, my style making my nose run

Middle school was finally done

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

And even your friends at school.

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

The bus pulls up beside the school