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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

We all know scenery is better with a spark

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

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

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep