This is a song about "Class rap"

Know what? dope, crack, and coke is in the coat tucked

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

I ain't even really need that shop class

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Thick lips and a sick class

No one-half and i hate math

Cutting class for the pool

Iced out, okay cool

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

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

And listen to the class professor/

Uh, for worse or for better

Your beautiful during class

And when it come to the cash

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that