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

Holding a candy or knife that decides their lives that's right they get to

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Give you the right to point and pass judgement

Whether you wrong or you right

And i was the light

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

City national bank evolve into shape

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

I can barely wipe my ass

And you just want to get to class