This is a song about "Class ass"

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

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

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

And the food could have been finer

I'm a first class writer,

Your life is a product of trash

And you just want to get to class

Unloads a bunch a class tthinking is the ass that pass

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

Except she's got a little more ass

Your beautiful during class

I can barely wipe my ass

Cut class and rap fast, grab ass while smacking sluts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels