This is a song about "Om school"

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

I look around and begin walking into the school

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

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool

It was my first year in high school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Every kid in the school yard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

My friends were off at school

Skated from howwies straight to your school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor