This is a song about "Class"

I walk down the hallway to my class

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I can get straight to the cash

First out the gate last back to class,

Run for cover and return fire

I'm a first class writer,

I'm just fucking round in class

No one-half and i hate math

I'm going off the top of the brain

Flying first class on my airplane

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

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,