This is a song about "School"

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

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

But now i'm in high school

That's the sound of my tool

So like i said before don't act a fool

It was my first year in high school

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

But conflicts they keep on growing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

While we going through the school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule