This is a song about "School mates"

And all they wanna do is be with me, even my mates girls

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

No david lettermans acting a fool

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool