This is a song about "Running for class president"

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

They vaguely decipher my language

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

That our over protective president

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

And you running for the door. pause.. rewind.. now do it

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

The middle class feels guilty for their poor, now it's hurting,

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Destined to win, get respect where i live