This is a song about "In class still rappin"

But i can't lessen on my succession rappin in profession

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And now that i’m getting money

Non are in the same class as me