This is a song about "Kick back in class"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Crack your back in 3 put you fast asleep kick u in the face

First out the gate last back to class,

Baby got that super bass

We step into the room with one large screen we take a seat in the back and i kick up my feat,

Livin life thinkin no man can hurt meso i'm askin -- before i lay me down to sleep

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

It's factual, this class acts back and irascible

I'm just fucking round in class

I can barely wipe my ass

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad