This is a song about "Class of 2017"

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

Spit so fast graduated ahead of my class. all you other rappers better bow down cause

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

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

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust