This is a song about "Graduating class of 2018"

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

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

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Never caused disturbance not even impertinence in his class never broke a piece of glass

Im in the middle of class doing work that is really fuckin gay

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

But, from a senior who'll be graduating next though,

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide