This is a song about "Cooking class"

Or be real good at cooking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Fell asleep in first class

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Along with the whole class

Cause you're most likely to crash

Thick lips and a sick class

I can barely wipe my ass

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done