This is a song about "Going to class"

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I walk down the hallway to my class

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

First out the gate last back to class,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Going to nyc from long island

With such an ugly picture in it and

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

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

We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that