This is a song about "Class people"

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And people tell me "sit down" every time i raise my hand in class,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Hard to move on when you always regret one

All my real motherfuckin partners

Now you're class partners for starters,

How the fuck you wipe your ass

First out the gate last back to class,

Just put your hand on the glass

Fell asleep in first class

I'm a first class writer,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Gotta make that cash

Thick lips and a sick class