This is a song about "Cooking class"

Thick lips and a sick class

So chase the air hide your stash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Your beautiful during class

And you just want to get to class

Except she's got a little more ass

On a whole different class

So much class, double d’s and ass

Why did i take this class/

Bring your pen and your weed stash

No one-half and i hate math

First out the gate last back to class,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets