This is a song about "School"

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

With some hard new school instrumentals.

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

School flunkie, pill junky

Looking at your money

Take that big l for skipping school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

While we going through the school

Middle school was finally done

And i know that you're open