This is a song about "First class"

The tables are turned i can't take this

First things first, i need you to forgive

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

I walk down the hallway to my class

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And listen to the class professor/

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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

On a whole different class

Lights will flash, cars will crash

So chase the air hide your stash

Thick lips and a sick class

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/