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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

Start a fucking movement maybe spark a revolution

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

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

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

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast