This is a song about "School"

But she forgot about the golden rule

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

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

Skated from howwies straight to your school

This thing that you could imagine

Middle school was finally done

The thugs say i'm cool

That was till she chose a school

That i wanna stay in the same school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

While we going through the school

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool