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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

All that is better than sitting in class listening to a lecture

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Prepare cause class is in session, and here's a lesson

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

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