This is a song about "Shooting up a school"

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

And hell if i'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Replaced with kids sayin' "did you listen to the wack bar of that illuminati fool?"//

To toy with em like a fool. im so fucked up, you'd think i graduated from clown school,

Look, by the end of this song

Up at three, school at dawn,

I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor