This is a song about "The lonely girl at the back of the class"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

But he sits alone in the back of the class trying to hide

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Along with the whole class

So much class, double d’s and ass

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

On this prom of the year 2000 added lonely thirteen

Head of the class moments need to pass

Cause you're most likely to crash

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay