This is a song about "Back in school"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

That i wanna stay in the same school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

So take your level one crap back to school

I gotta go back to school god dam it

Every day was a saturday, shit

In school i never said a word to her, i had a small vocabulary back than always tongue tied,

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

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

Well this youngin' taking it back to old school