This is a song about "Class finishing earlu"

Instead of being in class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I'm finishing lines like a crackhead foaming at the mouth

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And you just want to get to class

Cause you're most likely to crash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

And listen to the class professor/

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

First out the gate last back to class,

I'm just fucking round in class

So much class, double d’s and ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last