This is a song about "Classes"

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Daredevils don’t care ‘bout society’s classes ‘n levels,

Me, i took them classes

I think found where your mind was

Going to have my pick of classes

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

I ain't stoopin' that low, these wack 'rappers' needs classes to blow/

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

The classes are so long and they really suck

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love