This is a song about "School rap"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

People give a bad fuckin' rap to old-school southern rap,

But policy was...you gotta go to school

I told myself that i would play it cool

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

It was my first year in high school

Then you look like a fucking fool

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

But she forgot about the golden rule

Skated from howwies straight to your school

The thugs say i'm cool

But now i'm in high school

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

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