This is a song about "Bringing knifes to school"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Walkin my ass to school with mismatched socks

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

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

Do you need to go back to school?

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

And it's bringing me deeper to that frown that couldn't be cheaper

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Don't need to rationalize realize satans alive bringing unlimited supplies

Iced out, okay cool

Rapping rule, back to school