This is a song about "William ruthven secondery school"

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

That's why i'm makin' money

School flunkie, pill junky

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

See, where i come from is hard

Every kid in the school yard

And even your friends at school.

Iced out, okay cool

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love