This is a song about "School mates"

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But now i'm in high school

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

After the club, gettin you open

Middle school was finally done

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Take that big l for skipping school

Every kid in the school yard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

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

While we going through the school