This is a song about "Class dojo"

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Im hooked on big ass but not from your class

Your beautiful during class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I'm gettin discouraged with her

And listen to the class professor/

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I walk down the hallway to my class