This is a song about "In class still rappin"

Non are in the same class as me

But we should be body to body

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Gotta make that cash

Instead of being in class

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Wisest to be rappin since mac was in fourth grade.

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

That's why he's sitting all alone in the class

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

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

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