This is a song about "School"

That was till she chose a school

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

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

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

Then you look like a fucking fool

But now i'm in high school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

When im waiting for mealtime at school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

But policy was...you gotta go to school

My friends were off at school

That's the sound of my tool