This is a song about "Classy not trashy"

He say, she say." oh my god

Cuz i'm not crazy, no i'm not

Not coincidental

Lady at the frank stand will

Fuck you faggots, i'm with a fat bitch

I'm not poor but i'm not rich/

You chris, i rock

The first to see you not,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Now i've been stabbed in the back and they hate thinking i'm trashy

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see