This is a song about "Marketing class"

And you are not around like black fathers

Now you're class partners for starters,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Fell asleep in first class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And i got that drive and she just might crash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I ain't even really need that shop class

Skipping class and growing cold

The truth shall be told

Your beautiful during class

No one-half and i hate math