This is a song about "Class dojo"

Lights will flash, cars will crash

First out the gate last back to class,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

So chase the air hide your stash

I'm just fucking round in class

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

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

Baby, you know who you are

And listen to the class professor/

Doing freestyle battles and writin' rhymes up in math class,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

That happen to act like a black president