This is a song about "Chen class"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I'm a first class writer,

Run for cover and return fire

Thick lips and a sick class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Why did i take this class/

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

First out the gate last back to class,

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass