This is a song about "Wearwood school"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

It was my first year in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school