This is a song about "Best class"

First out the gate last back to class,

But i let off everything i have

Thick lips and a sick class

Your life is a product of trash

Instead of being in class

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Along with the whole class

Baby, you got that super bass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

I ain't even really need that shop class

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

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And listen to the class professor/

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

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass