This is a song about "My school class"

Going to class taking notes is what my mum thinks

Rather be in the studio then out buying drinks

Pissed of so much i could have lifted and flip my school,

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor

Fuck outta here i writer better shit on my way to school

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

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

You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Flying first class on my airplane

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Abandoned by all my friends, labelled by my school,

No david lettermans acting a fool

I don't need a bunch of jewels to show you i'm cool

My foster father says devan, wake up for school