This is a song about "Class of 2015"

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

As you can probably see im a different class of

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

That 53% of whites are working class with stereotypes?

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Then you wouldn't be doin' all of those upper class moves,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Spit so fast graduated ahead of my class. all you other rappers better bow down cause

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Impeccable give it my note