This is a song about "Passing a class"

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Zirconium passing a diamond it's draconian

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

As a teen was middle class, a bitter ass who pissed away,

In a place where race and class defines your past,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

About how your life is passing.

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Your last rap before your ass is in a casket, we're passing it,