This is a song about "School dances"

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

But she forgot about the golden rule

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

While we going through the school

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

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Every kid in the school yard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Secondary school was secondary to

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Pocket racked up all big faces

Mabye we'll school with some classes