This is a song about "School"

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

While we going through the school

We vegetables, on them record labels

With some hard new school instrumentals.

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Are you surprised? they belong in high school,

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

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

That high school sounded cool

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

So like i said before don't act a fool