This is a song about "Maths class"

I walk down the hallway to my class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

And you just want to get to class

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

He didn't understand the maths just the basics,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

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

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

...that's all i have

Fell asleep in first class