This is a song about "Your two classes higher"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Just me getting higher and higher

Harder than min-sota vikings, so never perspire just aim for the higher your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Mabye we'll school with some classes

Here i go again, searching for love

Because your pops wasn't anxious

Going to have my pick of classes

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

Have you thought about your butt, who’s gonna tear it in two?

And that's just #two #cents worth, my #two #tens' worst when i #reinvent your #mind quick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Your brains nothing but two virgin legs…

One time for the ville that cole rep

Condense your two cents with abundant rhymes dispensed