This is a song about "Class ass"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Thick lips and a sick class

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Hes done with you bitch ass, your last fish, worse than a bass, im sittin in class,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

And you just want to get to class

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

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

How the fuck you wipe your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

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,

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,