This is a song about "8th class love"

I'm a first class writer,

And the food could have been finer

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Now you're class partners for starters,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

Your beautiful during class

Gotta make that cash

8th grade i never missed a day, now i’m abstract like a malaysian plane.

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

And you just want to get to class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass