This is a song about "School mates"

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Work straight out the kitchen

Middle school was finally done

My friends were off at school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

The bus pulls up beside the school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

See i learned it in school

That's the sound of my tool