This is a song about "Hate for school"

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Im a nice guy with a spice of hate just for lunch

I still got my nike boots

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Blind hate for this worrisome champion

Underground rappers hate us for sellin' out 'cuz we dominant,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Don't like school, i hate this place

In his body and face