This is a song about "Class of 2015"

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

As you can probably see im a different class of

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

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Head of the class moments need to pass

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

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

Cause i can spit it fast with the rest of the class.

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Instead of being in class