This is a song about "Class"

I walk down the hallway to my class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Flying first class on my airplane

I wish i’ll never see you again

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

First out the gate last back to class,

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold

Baby, you got that super bass

Along with the whole class