This is a song about "Class ass"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

First out the gate last back to class,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Thick lips and a sick class

First out the gate last back to class,

Cause you're most likely to crash

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I'm a first class writer,

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

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

I need what i desired in a woman, which is class and ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

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