This is a song about "School"

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

It was my first year in high school

Cold, my style making my nose run

Middle school was finally done

Iced out, okay cool

And even your friends at school.

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

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

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

Took my heart away from money

School flunkie, pill junky