This is a song about "School"

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

That high school sounded cool

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

School flunkie, pill junky

Looking at your money

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,