This is a song about "Going to class"

Ships that sail to distant places

Didn't attend class don't try to test this

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.

And you just want to get to class

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

You're passed to the back of the class for your flatulent gases

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Sit in class pretending to actually do shit

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that