This is a song about "Skipping classes"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Im the enemy skipping school resenting me

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Teachers stay bitching, cause i stay skipping

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I ain't stoopin' that low, these wack 'rappers' needs classes to blow/

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

In all my classes, i be just writing rhymes

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights