This is a song about "We spark a blunt in class"

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

In the midst of class, as i ash the blunt and pass

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch

In a place where race and class defines your past,

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

In a class of my own, you undergraduate material

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,

All that is better than sitting in class listening to a lecture

Clyde drexler, before the hood got dribbled niggas right up on the stretcher

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend