This is a song about "Dance on the class"

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

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

I can barely wipe my ass

First out the gate last back to class,

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

Word, absence will make the heart grow

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Flying first class on my airplane

Your last man was semi pro

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

Im hooked on big ass but not from your class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

1st class on him, choices were so disgusting!

My sister and them, all my niggas listening