This is a song about "Desk"

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Take it like a man and go to the desk and sit,

And hit up chess king and have the lady at the desk bring

My mind potent like you high off keys or something

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Then i collapse right on top of my desk

You filthy nerd, sittin' in front of my desk

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Drinking straight from the keg record on my desk

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed