This is a song about "In class still rappin"

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

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

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I'm just fucking round in class

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Non are in the same class as me

Hey, must be the money

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class