This is a song about "School"

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

Studying hard, but i'm like fuck school

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Every kid in the school yard

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

When im waiting for mealtime at school

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

And this is dc where the rich see the poor

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

It was my first year in high school

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

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool