This is a song about "Their"

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Until they pay their respect and their brains disconnect

Everyone describes their wonderful families and all their vacations

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Their topics are weak and their rhymes are whack,

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

To take their thumbs out their asses & vote u up

So pretty much are you still their

And never should you tear

Cos their mummies and their daddies left a foutune for their little craps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps