This is a song about "School rap"

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

My friends were off at school

Iced out, okay cool

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

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

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

So like i said before don't act a fool

Do you need to go back to school?

I rap for about ten minutes and then the school bus pulls up in front of me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

It was my first year in high school