This is a song about "Guitar class"

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

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

You can't be wiping your ass

Along with the whole class

On a whole different class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

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

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck

Give us this day, our daily bread

I'm at the top pulling the strings like guitar players,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years