This is a song about "Class bunkers"

I ain't even really need that shop class

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

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

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

And you just want to get to class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

With such an ugly picture in it and

Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I walk down the hallway to my class

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

The club underwater, have em running out the front

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust