This is a song about "Adhd in class"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

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

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Spazzin out on these player like adhd

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Cause you're most likely to crash

Instead of being in class

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

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

In a place where race and class defines your past,