This is a song about "Junior class"

No one-half and i hate math

Your beautiful during class

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

When he told martin luther king junior

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

And listen to the class professor/

I walk down the hallway to my class

You can't be wiping your ass

Instead of being in class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

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