This is a song about "Midle school"

I told myself that i would play it cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

And even your friends at school.

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That was till she chose a school

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

Do you need to go back to school?

So like i said before don't act a fool

But she forgot about the golden rule

That i wanna stay in the same school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Rapping rule, back to school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool