This is a song about "School"

It was my first year in high school

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

Smokin medication like i graduated med. school

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

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

The bus pulls up beside the school

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

While we going through the school

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

But policy was...you gotta go to school

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

School flunkie, pill junky

Blow up on this society

With some hard new school instrumentals.

Rub the wood and ima show em love