This is a song about "197 graduating class"

I'm a first class writer,

My records sell, yes sir

Why did i take this class/

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Little light in the ass

I'm just fucking round in class

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Thick lips and a sick class

I can barely wipe my ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Your life is a product of trash

First out the gate last back to class,