This is a song about "Ack in class"

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

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

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

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

In a place where race and class defines your past,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Little light in the ass

Fell asleep in first class

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last