This is a song about "School"

I call that shit that middle school

That high school sounded cool

That was till she chose a school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Every kid in the school yard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

Iced out, okay cool

While we going through the school

Off of your melody

School flunkie, pill junky

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool