This is a song about "Boring class"

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

While spitting all these boring one liners

On a whole different class

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Boring, trying to write, banging my head, snoring

I'm just fucking round in class

So chase the air hide your stash

Cut me off every time im talking

Unlike you, i'm not diurnal, that's too boring

Why did i take this class/

Got my foot on the gas

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

All y'all rappers get boring

My intelligence makes this boring, it's terribly dull

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil