This is a song about "Bissness class"

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Your beautiful during class

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

Why probe our ass

Fell asleep in first class

I ain't talkative neither

I'm a first class writer,

Got my foot on the gas

First out the gate last back to class,

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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