This is a song about "I be in class rolling real fast"

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

(fast) i don't have all day i might be in a grave

Cause i can spit it fast with the rest of the class.

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

So the happiness i feel , must not be real.

Since the birth of my son, the street life losing appeal

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

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

That’s why i try to be real in most of my songs so,

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo