This is a song about "School"

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I told myself that i would play it cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

School flunkie, pill junky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

School flunkie, pill junky

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Iced out, okay cool

Rapping rule, back to school

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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