This is a song about "Higher class"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Your on a level but i spit higher,

Except she's got a little more ass

Instead of being in class

As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Just me getting higher and higher

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

All you dudes wanna get higher

And i just want to hold her

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

The higher and higher that i climbed

Orbital trajectory, sight set higher

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for