This is a song about "197 graduating class"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

First out the gate last back to class,

Little light in the ass

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

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

Baby got that super bass

Why did i take this class/

And listen to the class professor/

You know...you know who you are

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

So chase the air hide your stash

I'm just fucking round in class