This is a song about "School"

But policy was...you gotta go to school

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

It was my first year in high school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

That's the sound of my tool

Rapping rule, back to school

But now i'm in high school

Iced out, okay cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

A little coke addict fresh out grade school

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

The bus pulls up beside the school

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

That i wanna stay in the same school

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