This is a song about "Southwood primry school"

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

While we going through the school

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

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

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

That high school sounded cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

We race foreign cars, custom models

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing