This is a song about "Class dojo"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

And you just want to get to class

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Now you're class partners for starters,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

I walk down the hallway to my class

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I'm just fucking round in class

Your life is a product of trash

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas