This is a song about "Back to class"

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class

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

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

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

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Makin money back to back