This is a song about "Gym class"

I walk down the hallway to my class

But i let off everything i have

And you just want to get to class

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Back to the gym so you can practice

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Baby, you know who you are

I'm a first class writer,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

I ain't even really need that shop class

Unbeatable in english, hit the gym and lyrically display math

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest