This is a song about "Money and school"

I get up every day and go to school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

With plenty of money and women

Riding around without a fuck given

And big money like hulk

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Turn money into diamonds and gold

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

But she forgot about the golden rule

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

I look around and begin walking into the school

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