This is a song about "Loyalty and trust e class nigga"

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

You told me i could trust you and you let me fall

Thick lips and a sick class

Just put your hand on the glass

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

She going to borrow some money

Listen up and listen hard, you break my trust

If you feel it, it must be real just

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

And even when i'm swinging you know i've got more class,

It's factual, this class acts back and irascible

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

The west coast too, e-40 and them made the hardest music,

And you just want to get to class

Lights will flash, cars will crash