This is a song about "In class"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

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

But me and my brother never made it out school

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

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

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

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

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

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of 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,