This is a song about "Class"

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I ain't even really need that shop class

Now you're class partners for starters,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And listen to the class professor/

Picture a place that they exist, together

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,

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

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

Cutting class for the pool

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass