This is a song about "Class 1j"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Just put your hand on the glass

Instead of being in class

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And listen to the class professor/

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

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

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

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

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

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

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

Except she's got a little more ass

First out the gate last back to class,