This is a song about "Kick back in class"

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I was once in the back now i kick it in the front, im so high, trynna roll my next blunt,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Whupped in class all i wanna do is sit back and watch you move

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I can get straight to the cash

First out the gate last back to class,

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I'd sit back and kick whack flows i punched the door but