This is a song about "Get to class or imma right you a late pass"

Or are you going to keep on jammin me and do what's right

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

And when you do get a job, you always get there late

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Your pride is sticking to you there is no right or wrong

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

It's the night/ imma get lucky so right/ in the imminent sight//

Whether you wrong or you right

No one notice your plight

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Its nuttin to flash, but fuckin wit cas will get you buck or buck n- a half.

God's coming to get us, ok homie just don't be late

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight