No, this obviously isn't some really cheesy sitcom they play in health class where the main character almost gets messed up in drugs but stops when he his future flash before his eyes. If you thought it might be, just leave this page and never come back again...until you get some sense knocked into you.
Instead, it's a bit of a history lesson, as it was huge during last season's Paris Fashion Week after blaring during Rick Owen's runway show. As we've all been countlessly told, history repeats itself, quite fast apparently: fashion week phenomenon Azealia Banks also covered this song on her ravishingly rude mixtape Fantasea.
Originally intended as a commentary on New York's black performers, it has since been simply viewed as a dark, abrasive, almost abusive song about educationally insulating an apparently shamefully stupid bitch. Contributing to the latter perspective is the song's continuous 808 drum-loop and Ojay Morgan's (Zebra Katz) deep, commanding voice, which ironically force the listener into almost a brainwash-like daze and contribute to its inherently eery nature.
No matter which context you choose to listen to it in (while vogueing, or passive-aggressively showing it to someone you hate...) you can't help but smirk...and hope that you never encounter two faceless females in an abandoned school.
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