This is a song about "Passing a class"

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

But wait til a couple years start passing

Hating my macking, they asking

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Come get some, you little bum

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

In a place where race and class defines your past,

On a whole different class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

With such an ugly picture in it and

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust