This is a song about "Black american music class"

Your developmental league don’t see a team

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Gotta make that cash

Along with the whole class

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I'm just fucking round in class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

And american music shows.

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit