This is a song about "A boy at school"

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

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

That was till she chose a school

Must be something you want me to see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Okay son be a good boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Ok im at school trying to be cool trying to fit in and not be a fool

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Before i thought high was cool and got high at school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool