This is a song about "Social classes"

Has the power to make them laws that maintain our social order.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

For him relationship is a social experiment

I'll shove bastard down your throat, regurgitate my excrement

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Social revolutions, staying focused to do shit

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Mabye we'll school with some classes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

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