This is a song about "Wannabe rap that i appropriate for school"

That i love, got to take ya to school

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

Cause that rap ain't gotta be for fun

Hard to move on when you always regret one

That i wanna stay in the same school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

You give me that crap, so you can’t say i rap for shit/

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Ur cool dude, but ur searching for purpose like mew two, i school fools

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

Cause you a wannabe thug who'll do anything for a gun license

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me