This is a song about "Back to class"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And listen to the class professor/

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

And you just want to get to class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Whupped in class all i wanna do is sit back and watch you move

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,