This is a song about "Writing classes"

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

In all my classes, i be just writing rhymes

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

Daredevils don’t care ‘bout society’s classes ‘n levels,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Whoever's writing my books using permanent

I'm writing this letter with words

The birds i knew flip birds

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I bet you half these wack dicksheads never passed college classes