This is a song about "School"

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

I'm a son of a gun

Middle school was finally done

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

School flunkie, pill junky

Blow up on this society

But policy was...you gotta go to school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Because i'm the best writer in school,