This is a song about "Back to class"

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Raised by a momma who, who

First class trip just to see you

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,

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

It's factual, this class acts back and irascible

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

And listen to the class professor/

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Didn't attend class don't try to test this