This is a song about "In class"

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

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

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

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

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

All that is better than sitting in class listening to a lecture

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay