You are at school, bored out of your mind, when the teacher said: "Okay class, we have a guest joining us for the rest of the week. Please be nice to him." Just then, CG5 walks in, wearing some shads and has hoodie and some jeans. No one other than you know who he is, and he sits behind your seat, in the far back. As school goes on, CG5 observes, and writes notes, like he's writing lyrix.