This is a song about "School"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

School flunkie, pill junky

That's why i'm makin' money

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Do you need to go back to school?

That's the sound of my tool