This is a song about "Class a s"

Picture this, a little kid, middle class obnoxious youth,

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Said when i do dirt wit her

I'm a first class writer,

We've all got questions to ask, lessons to learn outside a class

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

Thick lips and a sick class

So chase the air hide your stash

What you talking about? lil man

You get a+'s and i'm like got holy damn

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Seems like there s a killer on the scene