This is a song about "School"

Iced out, okay cool

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

That's the sound of my tool

See i learned it in school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Every kid in the school yard

Because i'm the best writer in school,

No david lettermans acting a fool