This is a song about "Class 603"

Just to let you know, you are

And listen to the class professor/

And that i spent the night with her

I'm a first class writer,

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

I walk down the hallway to my class

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

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