This is a song about "School"

But policy was...you gotta go to school

I told myself that i would play it cool

The bus pulls up beside the school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

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

You shook my world and it felt apart

Every kid in the school yard

While we going through the school

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

Then you look like a fucking fool

Skated from howwies straight to your school