This is a song about "Grammer class"

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Nah compared to your grammer, i ain't weak

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

First out the gate last back to class,

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Everyone's an attacker hiding behind bad grammer and slander/

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

And you just want to get to class

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Why did i take this class/