This is a song about "Boring classes"

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Boring spit not a bit exciting while my flows enlightening

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

6 o's pay for my car

Beating the boring and banal

The pigs fly away in the morning

Bitch please your rhymes are boring

Boring things in life such as the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Mabye we'll school with some classes