This is a song about "School sports"

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

That was till she chose a school

Iced out, okay cool

Rapping rule, back to school

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Then you look like a fucking fool

And even your friends at school.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Whether its school, family, or friends