This is a song about "Class with me tudisco"

Grass !!! cuz im tryin to graduate in a set class that dont require me to

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,

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

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

Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

After class: "yo. fifa. see me." but we know it's just for show

I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you