This is a song about "Class"

I'm a first class writer,

I ain't talkative neither

First out the gate last back to class,

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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)

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Come get some, you little bum

Picture a place that they exist, together

And listen to the class professor/

Rolling while im blowing this stash

On a whole different class

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Flying first class on my airplane