This is a song about "Junior class"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

When he told martin luther king junior

Little light in the ass

On a whole different class

Huh, i can't interpret her

And listen to the class professor/

Thick lips and a sick class

Cause you're most likely to crash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Got my foot on the gas

Instead of being in class

Secret society all we ask is trust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And when it come to the cash

And you just want to get to class