This is a song about "Leaving school and your mates"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Leaving embers of relief and remembrance

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

So grab your lunch and bag it, cause i take my foes to school.

Skated from howwies straight to your school

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

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Wardrobe from round the globe

Go to school and smoke dope.

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And now your in a school with a bunch of rich white dudes

My wifes leaving me for nothing and i wanna know why.

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Stay in school kid, and do what your mom told you.