This is a song about "Classy but sassy"

I used to be jigga but

They like talking, its like gossip

But that's reality.

Dc, man over money

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

But his trigger finger itching, tongue was wither but still spitting.

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Nelson mandela ... there are but

But he don't rule a thing

But who knows what's right, but life's something

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

But not with a four four, but with more of a score