This is a song about "No class"

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Flying first class on my airplane

I ain't even really need that shop class

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

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

But i let off everything i have

On a whole different class

And when it come to the cash

I'm a first class writer,

You gon' tip her

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Why probe our ass

Fell asleep in first class

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust