This is a song about "My school class"

Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,

No david lettermans acting a fool

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

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You're my next student and bitch, class is now in session

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

I'm trying to think about my past days of high school,

My foster father says devan, wake up for school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Yeah i'm 15 and you're twelve, you in the middle school, i'm high school, my prime/

The thugs say i'm cool

My friends were off at school