This is a song about "The fake people in school"

At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike

They always called me tripod in school, even the teachers be like

We both met new people, some real some fake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

So like i said before don't act a fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The school kid in a cruel trip that's a fallacy

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

Even poor people can use me in every school!