This is a song about "My school class"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

Not knowin' southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

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

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

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

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

It was my first year in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,