This is a song about "Classics"

The only from my section trying to make the classics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

These were three greatest emcees to bless a mic with classics

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Close/ your chapter of so-called "track classics"

Been dropping classics like you guys were droppin' fire torches,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Im destroying all these rappers who think they can spit classics.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Released the classics and would later go on to rock the bells,

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Droppin' classics, sinnin' like catholics, burn ya ashes,

3 homies chilling making classics

Dc's here, this is where crack lives