This is a song about "Skateboarding getting through school"

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

That was till she chose a school

The thugs say i'm cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

So like i said before don't act a fool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Yet he just passed through school lying on every coaches’ dick,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

My friends were off at school

Then you look like a fucking fool