This is a song about "School"

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Do you need to go back to school?

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Iced out, okay cool

But now i'm in high school

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Rapping rule, back to school

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

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