This is a song about "Maths class"

Now you're class partners for starters,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

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

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

First out the gate last back to class,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Made logically because he came outta school failing english, maths and biology

I can get straight to the cash

Instead of being in class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Your beautiful during class

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass