This is a song about "Writing classes"

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

A couple classes later the little kid is still all alone

Only writing awesome hits

Big stacks, no lego bricks

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

This aint no fake shit that i'm writing

Verse writing, hearse riding,

I'm the sushi king

Me, i took them classes

Thought this was forever love

Mabye we'll school with some classes

Pocket racked up all big faces

Writing rhymes is a fetish

She dont have a problem with, with

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

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row