This is a song about "Going to class"

Well here's how to keep the flow going

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Walked with you to class, just tryna make you see

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

Seen, but damn girl you smoking

And we try to keep going

Pain, he's ready for whatever

And listen to the class professor/

Head of the class moments need to pass

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass