This is a song about "First class"

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Now you're class partners for starters,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

First class trip just to see you

When i get to warwick avenue

Little light in the ass

And you just want to get to class

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I ain't even really need that shop class

But i let off everything i have