This is a song about "Class"

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

No one-half and i hate math

I'm just fucking round in class

Along with the whole class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Your beautiful during class

So chase the air hide your stash

Why did i take this class/

Your life is a product of trash

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

And listen to the class professor/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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