This is a song about "8th class love"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

A white lie through a struggle to a 8th try

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

I walk down the hallway to my class

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

On april 8th mobb deep is playin' concerts in new orleans,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

You can't be wiping your ass

Instead of being in class

On a whole different class

Cause you're most likely to crash

I'm just fucking round in class

I can barely wipe my ass

I'm a first class writer,

And that i spent the night with her