This is a song about "Class"

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

If you wanted a date, don't come

Instead of being in class

So chase the air hide your stash

I walk down the hallway to my class

Your life is a product of trash

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old