This is a song about "School"

That was till she chose a school

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

Or closed casket for our troubles

With some hard new school instrumentals.

That i wanna stay in the same school

Then you look like a fucking fool

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Take that big l for skipping school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school