This is a song about "Death school"

All i want now, is death

Wish i could shed all these tears

Death is in my dreams, death makes you weak bitches scream,

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

I shall but love thee better after death.

I can taste the salt from my tears

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

Do you need to go back to school?

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