This is a song about "Sitting in a class room with my boys"

And passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin' tornthey made me an animal, can't sleep

We step into the room with one large screen we take a seat in the back and i kick up my feat,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

All my life i've been in a 1 room apartment

Simply out of this world by choice

You don't mess with 12, my boys

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

I need to be in room with a straight jacket