This is a song about "Hig school"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

It was my first year in high school

The bus pulls up beside the school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

I told myself that i would play it cool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool