This is a song about "Social classes"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

I ain't stoopin' that low, these wack 'rappers' needs classes to blow/

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Skip classes, snort blunt ashes out of our mustaches

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes

And jade's a fucking acrobat, i'll flip her on a mattress

For him relationship is a social experiment

See all i ever wanna do is be relevant

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,