This is a song about "Ack in class"

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

All that is better than sitting in class listening to a lecture

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

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