This is a song about "Guitar class"

I'm a first class writer,

Omo niaja get em' higher

On a whole different class

So chase the air hide your stash

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

You can't be wiping your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

So much class, double d’s and ass

Why did i take this class/

And you just want to get to class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass