This is a song about "Junior class"

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

My english teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high

So y'all niggas can fly

Whilst in a school called junior high

First out the gate last back to class,

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And listen to the class professor/

If its not couture, i will not go to her

When he told martin luther king junior

And you just want to get to class

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass