This is a song about "School"

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

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

It's temporary lust you need an in showing

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

It was my first year in high school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor