This is a song about "Class a s"

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

That happen to act like a black president

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Used to find dope in his coat