This is a song about "School"

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

That high school sounded cool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Middle school was finally done

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor