This is a song about "Debate class"

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

To sanity im still up for debate. cause ive made sufferings for people i care

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Along with the whole class

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Keep up the hate and continue to debate

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Debate, arresting the haters

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Thick lips and a sick class

So much class, double d’s and ass

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

I'm just fucking round in class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass