This is a song about "Classes"

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Me, i took them classes

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

The classes are so long and they really suck

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/