This is a song about "A class"

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