This is a song about "Last class of the day"

Fuckers don’t even know the last of it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Along with the whole class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And on the last day you get one

So now she picks up the gun

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

She hopes that happy-feeling can last her through out the day

But i let off everything i have

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

Not to mention wale is on the way

Tripping off of acid since the start of the day

It's the last day on planet earth, we're stranded dirt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard