This is a song about "Art class"

Say "hello, goodmorning" and call that art

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

Got my foot on the gas

Why did i take this class/

Piece of art that i painted

Like a villain i'm hated

Cause you're most likely to crash

And you just want to get to class

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

And now i'm spilling early thoughts, 'cuz it's purely art,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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