This is a song about "Elementry school"

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

That was till she chose a school

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Every kid in the school yard

The bus pulls up beside the school

That's the sound of my tool

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

So like i said before don't act a fool

Do you need to go back to school?

Then you look like a fucking fool

Rapping rule, back to school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school