This is a song about "Best class"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

Why did i take this class/

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I'm just taking names, then i'm kickin' ass

Now you're class partners for starters,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

Your life is a product of trash

I'm just fucking round in class