This is a song about "School"

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

And even your friends at school.

School flunkie, pill junky

I’m tryna be low key

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The bus pulls up beside the school

So like i said before don't act a fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

But she forgot about the golden rule

When im waiting for mealtime at school