This is a song about "Dance on the class"

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

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

You saw us on the dance floor, you acted all humble,

We original officially the most original

Im hooked on big ass but not from your class

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I make you feel like it is 10 below

On rhyme, i'll make you dance in the flow

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Flying first class on my airplane

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

You a lady boss, now you fly free

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

I walk down the hallway to my class

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash