This is a song about "Class of 19"

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Sippin on that high class bottle of that fine red wine

Can i have the attention of the class for one second?

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Talk about race and class instead of profit makin',

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Head of the class moments need to pass

See her man face-to-face through the glass

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

We ain't poor, ain't middle class, we're in the shade of grey,