This is a song about "Class distrubuter"

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Now you're class partners for starters,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Except she's got a little more ass

Your beautiful during class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Cutting class for the pool

The thugs say i'm cool

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

You after me, huh? i'm after cash