This is a song about "School uniforms"

And even your friends at school.

The thugs say i'm cool

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

With some hard new school instrumentals.

School flunkie, pill junky

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

That was till she chose a school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

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

But now i'm in high school

Iced out, okay cool