This is a song about "Passing a class"

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Prepare cause class is in session, and here's a lesson

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

My ass funky like a cab driver in new york city, pass the class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust