This is a song about "School"

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That was till she chose a school

Rapping rule, back to school

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school

The thugs say i'm cool

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool

I’m tryna be low key

School flunkie, pill junky

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that