This is a song about "Being at school"

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

They'd whoop my ass after-school, would flee at took flight,

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When i am at school i do not go near other teenagers

To find the room where mama was hung, her pajamas undone on the working stool

People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school

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

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

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

I arrived at my school, realize i was cool

Being wit you, life feels at its peak,

Admire your style and your physique