This is a song about "Matt class work"

Fell asleep in first class

Got my foot on the gas

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And you just want to get to class

They call me say, word

You'll never be late for work

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Your beautiful during class