This is a song about "Class 78"

See her man face-to-face through the glass

First out the gate last back to class,

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I can get straight to the cash

Why did i take this class/

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

On a whole different class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Your beautiful during class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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