This is a song about "Marketing class"

Secret society all we ask is trust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

How the fuck you wipe your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Flying first class on my airplane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Something worth dying for

I'm a first class writer,

Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views

You wondering why she ain't fucking, we winning, nigga you lose

Iced out, okay cool

Cutting class for the pool

Along with the whole class

No one-half and i hate math