This is a song about "In class"

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Non are in the same class as me

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

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

All i want is you baby

Non are in the same class as me

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Than anything ms. teacher said in my math class