This is a song about "Classy not trashy"

Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Can i tell you that im not living, not making right decisions.

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

People roll their eyes like naww probably not

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

They burn on every block

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

You know i am not gon stop

Who'd you think i am not?

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Notice how your boy spittin' livin' classy