This is a song about "Classes"

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

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

Mabye we'll school with some classes

Always knew where the pot was

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

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

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Going to have my pick of classes

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this