This is a song about "Ack in class"

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school

The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool

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

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

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

Fell asleep in first class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

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

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass