This is a song about "Physical activity in the classroom"

But as she was walking into the classroom door,

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

If your spits were your physical reps

Roll up niggas be like sex

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Physical pain stops the emotional it ain't a crime

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

On a critical mission, the physical edition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I drunken stumbled to the classroom, fucked up as can be

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

But ill still have physical scars