This is a song about "Ack in class"

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

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

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

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

In a place where race and class defines your past,

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

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

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

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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