This is a song about "School"

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Then you look like a fucking fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

While we going through the school

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Cause time is money

School flunkie, pill junky

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

That i wanna stay in the same school