This is a song about "Class"

Thick lips and a sick class

So chase the air hide your stash

Fell asleep in first class

And when it come to the cash

Now you're class partners for starters,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

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

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

I'm a first class writer,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust