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

More or less, change is imminent

Give you the right to point and pass judgement

Head of the class moments need to pass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

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

You just take a look and pass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I don't think you'll get your unit tests to pass

You gotta pass your tests or you're gonna be a fool

But me and my brother never made it out school

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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