This is a song about "We spark a blunt in class"

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

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

With a blunt in there hand,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

We all know scenery is better with a spark

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

We roll a blunt, higher then, flyin' kites

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass