This is a song about "Grammer class"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

I ain't even really need that shop class

Along with the whole class

I can get straight to the cash

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

I walk down the hallway to my class

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

First out the gate last back to class,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

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

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

Thick lips and a sick class

Your life is a product of trash