This is a song about "Loyalty and trust e class nigga"

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

She moaning and groaning, "a e i o u" no consonants/

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

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

Never trust a nigga cause they always switch

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

To 2 pac b.i.g, easy e and the beat

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Cause you're most likely to crash

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold