This is a song about "Classes"

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

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

The classes are so long and they really suck

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I also failed a couple classes so they think that im just a joke

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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