This is a song about "Kick back in class"

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

Little latasha sho' grown

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

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

Fell asleep in first class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

First out the gate last back to class,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and