This is a song about "School"

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Im rappin the old school cuz the new school was crowded

While we going through the school

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

That i wanna stay in the same school

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

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

I told myself that i would play it cool

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

The bus pulls up beside the school

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

Because i'm the best writer in school,

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

Skated from howwies straight to your school

And this is dc where the rich see the poor