This is a song about "Higher class"

Your beautiful during class

No one-half and i hate math

And we'd be gettin higher

Run for cover and return fire

Your life is a product of trash

Fell asleep in first class

Gettin higher and higher, there ain't no roof.

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Stick with the sin never go higher

I now raisie the bar higher

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

First out the gate last back to class,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Gotta make that cash

Thick lips and a sick class