This is a song about "Kick back in class"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

They had my back like support on the chair i kick.

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Simply wanna kick back, rippin on a sick track

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

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

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

First out the gate last back to class,

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Baby got that super bass

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust