This is a song about "Back in class"

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

Cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to be set back,

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

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

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

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Class is in session, get your notes out