This is a song about "Cooking class"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Baby, you got that super bass

Your beautiful during class

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

I miss your cooking, and your one sided lectures

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years