This is a song about "Capatilist class"

First out the gate last back to class,

I can get straight to the cash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Thick lips and a sick class

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

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

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

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

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old

And when it come to the cash

Fell asleep in first class

First out the gate last back to class,

But i let off everything i have