This is a song about "Computer class"

First out the gate last back to class,

And when it come to the cash

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

Thick lips and a sick class

Got my foot on the gas

Along with the whole class

Just put your hand on the glass

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen