This is a song about "In class"

Instead of being in class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

And that ain't shit in poor neighborhoods but middle class silence,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool

Incoming callplus this my homie from high school

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

With such an ugly picture in it and

In a place where race and class defines your past,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class