This is a song about "Back to class"

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Once him and i got back to class it was time for recess

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

And you just want to get to class

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

I walk down the hallway to my class

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

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

Your life is a product of trash

First out the gate last back to class,