This is a song about "Best class"

And you are not around like black fathers

Now you're class partners for starters,

Instead of being in class

I can get straight to the cash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And you just want to get to class

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old

Something wicked this way come

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

The club underwater, have em running out the front

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Higher than high school

Cutting class for the pool

Cause you're most likely to crash

Thick lips and a sick class