This is a song about "Class"

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Flying first class on my airplane

I walk down the hallway to my class

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

And you just want to get to class

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

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

On a whole different class

I can barely wipe my ass

Baby, you got that super bass

Along with the whole class

I pipe in and one night her

And listen to the class professor/

First out the gate last back to class,

Crawls right down the crack of your ass