This is a song about "Create a class"

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

A+'s is all i create, fake's- make fusses and cusses they butt hurt

Ill get out of here i just gotta create a ladder

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Thick lips and a sick class

Gotta make that cash

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.