This is a song about "Order of operations in math class"

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I don't need no lawyer, i'm in court without the order,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

With such an ugly picture in it and

Lots of internal rhymes here so i'd spit this kind of fast in order to feel the flow:

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Before us accordingly in court of order to speak

Normally i order three or four of these

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,