This is a song about "Failing class"

No? well i can, even though my senses are failing me

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

First out the gate last back to class,

And when it come to the cash

A military mind mean money

Spurious, but still failing to see,

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But he keeps trying and failing, he winds up bailing

I walk down the hallway to my class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

So much class, double d’s and ass