This is a song about "School"

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

With some hard new school instrumentals.

It was my first year in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

While we going through the school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

Take that big l for skipping school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool