This is a song about "We them boys in the school"

First i stack some money, then go to war with them boys

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

When i first came to the school we hung out every day

Hip hop in general now you wanna dive in a semen swimmin pool

Aiyo, this is rain shady on the beat bitch. we bout to do it vintage old school

We play it cool and stay in school, sometimes we break the rules,

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes

I'll keep on moving and tryna get out

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school