This is a song about "Prep school"

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

While we going through the school

The thugs say i'm cool

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Do you need to go back to school?

That high school sounded cool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Let's have a toast for this new love

Mabye we'll school with some classes

So like i said before don't act a fool

Take that big l for skipping school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Because i'm the best writer in school,