This is a song about "Primary school"

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

It was my first year in high school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

Not hungry for my poetry

School flunkie, pill junky

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

The bus pulls up beside the school

So like i said before don't act a fool

With some hard new school instrumentals.

And these are my damaged petals

Because i'm the best writer in school,

I told myself that i would play it cool