This is a song about "School"

The bus pulls up beside the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

School flunkie, pill junky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

When im waiting for mealtime at school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool

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

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool