This is a song about "Create a class"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Did hip-hop create a monster, or have i always been this badass?/

Light the gasoline, and create a bright scene.

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

The only time i flirt with her

I'm a first class writer,

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

First off congratulations on the win

Lets create a new generation,

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Well, gotta go the next paper is callin for my pen to create a perfect ten,