This is a song about "Chen class"

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

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

No one-half and i hate math

Your beautiful during class

See her man face-to-face through the glass

First out the gate last back to class,

Thick lips and a sick class

Why probe our ass

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

And i got that drive and she just might crash

I ain't even really need that shop class