This is a song about "S class"

No one-half and i hate math

On a whole different class

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Fell asleep in first class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Black woman you cold

S queezys very bold

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I walk down the hallway to my class