This is a song about "Class with me tudisco"

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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

You don't know class and you look at me and laugh

So don't waste your time on bitches just stick with going to class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Thick lips and a sick class

Gotta make that cash

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others