This is a song about "Class desk"

Instead of being in class

Got my foot on the gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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)

You filthy nerd, sittin' in front of my desk

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

And when it come to the cash

Fell asleep in first class

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

Drinking straight from the keg record on my desk

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent