This is a song about "Class"

The only time i flirt with her

I'm a first class writer,

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Fell asleep in first class

Little light in the ass

Your beautiful during class

No one-half and i hate math

First out the gate last back to class,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

I ain't even really need that shop class

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

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

That damier bag i bought her

And listen to the class professor/

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have