This is a song about "Junior class"

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

Along with the whole class

Your life is a product of trash

Why, why, this young little guy had to lose his mother back in junior high.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I don't get assists, i'm a stand-alone tumor

When i fuck i use the pill, cause i don't want a junior

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

I walk down the hallway to my class

And when it come to the cash

Your beautiful during class

You're a junior, i'm a senior, respect your elders,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Thick lips and a sick class