This is a song about "Shit school"

Take that big l for skipping school

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

Because i'm the best writer in school,

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

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

Do you need to go back to school?

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

That was till she chose a school

That's the sound of my tool

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

So pussy go back home,go school,ur shit mind is wrong

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

My friends were off at school

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool