This is a song about "Ack in class"

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

But she forgot about the golden rule

I spend it make it right back on a monday

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

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

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

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

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Baby heading down a cloud

Class is in session, get your notes out

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash