This is a song about "Class treasure"

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

I'm just fucking round in class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Cause the whoever is the oppressor gets the treasure.

Why probe our ass

Along with the whole class

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

No wonder why when times get hard

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,