This is a song about "Best class"

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

Cutting class for the pool

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Why probe our ass

Along with the whole class

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

And listen to the class professor/

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last