This is a song about "Capatilist class"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Instead of being in class

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

First out the gate last back to class,

Cutting class for the pool

Gotta lotta stuff, fool

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Thick lips and a sick class

On a whole different class

You can't be wiping your ass