This is a song about "Making a school"

School was quite nice, felt a little breezy/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Making love to a professor of divinity

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Not born in a hood place and got good decision making

School is just like taking a big poo

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I was a teen genius when i started high school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

No one’s making a fuss

Where i'm from they is ruthless

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

That was till she chose a school