This is a song about "Im in class"

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

I'll be whipping this fag / while hes sitting in class

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Grass !!! cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

No one-half and i hate math

Im hooked on big ass but not from your class

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Non are in the same class as me