This is a song about "School"

Then you look like a fucking fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

And my main bitch, she just started school

That high school sounded cool

That was till she chose a school

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

While we going through the school

That's the sound of my tool

Take that big l for skipping school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

And even your friends at school.

Champagne, foreign names in my pool