This is a song about "I be in class"

Non are in the same class as me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Instead of being in class

I'm just fucking round in class

Gotta make that cash

But still no one believes in me, team be like fuck that, act out in class

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

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

I walk down the hallway to my class