This is a song about "Fake peope at school"

Iced out, okay cool

My friends were off at school

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Everyday day at school people makes fun of her,

Lunch times at school, the closest bet like wayne in this phrase/

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Now at school guys were paying attention to the quiet, more

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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