This is a song about "School"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

My friends were off at school

School flunkie, pill junky

Cause time is money

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

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

That was till she chose a school

I told myself that i would play it cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

It was my first year in high school

That's the sound of my tool