This is a song about "My school class"

One time for the ville that cole rep

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Gotta thank my momma for still helping me with school.

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

It was my first year in high school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,

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

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

No david lettermans acting a fool

While i'm hard on my grind working and school

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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