This is a song about "Ack in class"

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

But still no one believes in me, team be like fuck that, act out in class

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

Fell asleep in first class

So chase the air hide your stash

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

See her man face-to-face through the glass

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path