This is a song about "Writing classes"

Malcolm x, by any means

Writing relentless on sheets

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

I got a big fear of flying

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

Writing recording hunched over crouching

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

As innocent youth, we stressed bout passin classes/

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

Separated in different classes aristocrats, commoners and the peasants

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love