This is a song about "School"

It was my first year in high school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

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

When im waiting for mealtime at school

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

That was till she chose a school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

She can make a pimp fall in love

With some hard new school instrumentals.

But she forgot about the golden rule

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

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

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