This is a song about "Come to class and get better grades"

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

Your life is a product of trash

You get too big and here they come trying to

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

And listen to the class professor/

And that i spent the night with her

My records sell, yes sir

Just to fuckin get better

And none spit, better man, i cleverly come with

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

//fast flow to match the beat, if you do it slow you probably wont notice the internals lol

You gotta write, and write and write to get better,

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,