This is a song about "Graduating school"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

See i learned it in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It was my first year in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

Secondary school was secondary to

While we going through the school

That's the sound of my tool

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

But, from a senior who'll be graduating next though,