This is a song about "Dance on the class"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

And with the power of god, the devil doesn't wanna dance/

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

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Really i was the one trying to dance

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

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

In the club like fuck it, though

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Can't see it, to tough to follow that class act she was on the level.