Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,
I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows
(i know it's short but the class planned a cipher
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur
I cut class, said i was a faker
In a class of my own, you undergraduate material
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class
So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass
Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage
Cause we left those class rooms a bit early for lunch
Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
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