This is a song about "Sleeping in class"

Gotta make that cash

Fell asleep in first class

But still no one believes in me, team be like fuck that, act out in class

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

I'm just fucking round in class

You can't be wiping your ass

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

In needing of a feeding its stopping me from sleeping

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass