This is a song about "School"

It was my first year in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

No david lettermans acting a fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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

See i learned it in school

Iced out, okay cool