This is a song about "School"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

She can make a pimp fall in love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Every kid in the school yard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Take that big l for skipping school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool