This is a song about "Class"

I'm a first class writer,

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Why did i take this class/

You can't be wiping your ass

Now you're class partners for starters,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Cutting class for the pool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

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

But i let off everything i have

Bring your pen and your weed stash

First out the gate last back to class,