This is a song about "Wearwood school"

The bus pulls up beside the school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

That i wanna stay in the same school

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

But she forgot about the golden rule

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,