This is a song about "School being out for summer"

And she gon let it loose, hey

Summer school? ya, ok.

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Summer time is coming now, so normally we'd wild out

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

School is for fools, bitches, fags, tools

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I don't think it will work out; school just ain't my thing for the price

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

And like a flower waiting for summer i finally bloomed,

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

Money ain't a thing

For going on being

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

Like there must be something wrong for us to dislike school