This is a song about "Bored in class"

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

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I'm just fucking round in class

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

All that is better than sitting in class listening to a lecture

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,