This is a song about "Grades in school"

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

It was my first year in high school

You aint old enough to get in a bar your still in school!

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

See i learned it in school

Iced out, okay cool

To burn my kingdom, you must use fire

Milks cool, got school in a while/

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

Thinking it’s playing cool, they don’t stay in school,