This is a song about "Class of 2017"

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Never caused disturbance not even impertinence in his class never broke a piece of glass

Head of the class moments need to pass

Baby got that super bass

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen