This is a song about "Passing a class"

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

As my name get bigger this game get different

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

In a place where race and class defines your past,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

On a whole different class