This is a song about "School"

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

While we going through the school

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

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

But conflicts they keep on growing

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

That's the sound of my tool

But now i'm in high school

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

I told myself that i would play it cool

Then you look like a fucking fool

The bus pulls up beside the school