This is a song about "Car pool"

Cutting class for the pool

The thugs say i'm cool

You're in a seminar

Bad, just like an 80's car

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Believe my mom still needs a new car

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

My raps are like an ocean while your rap is like a pool

We were supposed to go to an another friend, smoke some weed and play some pool

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

That gyal want mi ride har

Who smokin in my car?

I'm in my other car

Young money, d-town's all star