This is a song about "Passing a class"

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

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

As you can probably see im a different class of

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

Passing out cyanide samples, i'll down a whole gallon

...that's all i have

Thick lips and a sick class