This is a song about "Classes"

Me, i took them classes

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Dumb rhymes/ my mind active/ a pro giving y'all classes/ so pay attention/

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

The classes are so long and they really suck

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Going to have my pick of classes

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

I was pushing myself to the maxes in all my classes to find a girl i'd always imagine

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb