This is a song about "Male high school"

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

Whilst in a school called junior high

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Time in high school passes way more fast than you expect yo

All the time with this glock of mines

Of a high school kid and his real times

While you starin' over your shoulder

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I am the slave who hanged his hateful male owner