This is a song about "First class"

Along with the whole class

Your life is a product of trash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'm a first class writer,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

First things first, i need you to forgive

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

First out the gate last back to class,

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

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

Simeon in the first class front seat to the top/