This is a song about "Op school"

The thugs say i'm cool

See i learned it in school

Take that big l for skipping school

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

Do you need to go back to school?

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

I told myself that i would play it cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

A covert op in the night killin guerilla fractions

But now i'm in high school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

And even your friends at school.

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool