This is a song about "Getting good grades in school"

It was my first year in high school

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I don't wanna damage you

Bullied in school, noting new,

//getting a good mic soon hopefully as well,

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades

Then the bitch get lock jawwe on top like toupeshat to the back, with 2 braids

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

Forgive me lord, it feels like i commit a sin a day

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

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