This is a song about "Diss misms outta class"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You ain't working hard as this

Cause you are on the diss,

So take the stage just show me what you got

Sliding in and outta her slot

I only roll with the real

So get the heck outta here,

First out the gate last back to class,

But i let off everything i have

Because this record is only to diss

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I'm just fucking round in class

You cant even write a good diss?

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches