This is a song about "School and sport"

Fuck the pork, pluck the chickens for sport.

He appreciates your support

This shit is like a sport we do,

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Or school and the zero shits i'm giving,

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

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

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

There's a father and son, just back from work 'n' school

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

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

And even your friends at school.