This is a song about "Money and school"

I dont really shakespeare

And we gettin' money, over here,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So kids say fuck school don't follow the rules they'll al be asking for your money

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Carefree i don’t need the stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

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

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

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