This is a song about "School"

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

While we going through the school

I’m tryna be low key

School flunkie, pill junky

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Skated from howwies straight to your school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

That was till she chose a school

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

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

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