This is a song about "Kicked outta class"

Puberty hit last night, kicked my ass.

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

On a whole different class

I can get straight to the cash

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

About the rhymes i just kicked

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I promise to keep it honest

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

You get your ass kicked you ignorant bastard

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last