This is a song about "Class rap"

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)

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I'm a first class writer,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Instead of being in class

Your beautiful during class

Just put your hand on the glass

So chase the air hide your stash

First out the gate last back to class,

On a whole different class

And when it come to the cash

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems