This is a song about "Finishing school"

Middle school was finally done

Cold world no blanket son

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

See i learned it in school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

She do it with no hands

Best finishing blow lands/

Iced out, okay cool

That was till she chose a school

Rapping rule, back to school

That's the sound of my tool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool