This is a song about "I be in class"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

I cut class, said i was a faker

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Why did i take this class/

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

As my name get bigger this game get different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to be set back,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I need what i desired in a woman, which is class and ass,