This is a song about "School"

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

My friends were off at school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

Middle school was finally done

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven