This is a song about "S class"

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Along with the whole class

Your life is a product of trash

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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

S on my chest like a superman vest

That i can only love you when you undressed

S queezys very bold

The truth shall be told

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

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)