This is a song about "School"

The thugs say i'm cool

While we going through the school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Middle school was finally done

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

And even your friends at school.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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