This is a song about "Should say wassup and party"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

People say i'm a bitter man, and i should quit this,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Crew at my house and we party every weekend so

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

I'm starting my own party, fuck the dems and republicans,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

And you know you should be able know what to say

I want diamonds too, ronnie on player's club

But i still wanna party and get fucked up

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,