This is a song about "Best class"

You can't be wiping your ass

Fell asleep in first class

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Skipping class and growing cold

Thick lips and a sick class

So chase the air hide your stash

First out the gate last back to class,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I live my life in tha fast lane

Flying first class on my airplane

And my main bitch, she just started school

Cutting class for the pool

Got my foot on the gas

Your beautiful during class