This is a song about "Running for class president"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Now you're class partners for starters,

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

Can i have the attention of the class for one second?

Cutting class for the pool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

So powerful call me the president

The snitch on the block be running for his life

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys