This is a song about "Classes"

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

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

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

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

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

Going to have my pick of classes

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

The classes are so long and they really suck