This is a song about "Wearwood school"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That i wanna stay in the same school

Every kid in the school yard

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Do you need to go back to school?

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

That high school sounded cool

I call that shit that middle school