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

Afraid every day will be the day of my last visit

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

I lost my connection with my woman

And on the last day you get one

First out the gate last back to class,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

The teacher looked over her class one day

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say