This is a song about "Dance on the class"

No, just put us on death row

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

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

The sickest rhymes on display, you know i got class

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Your acumen prestigious as business class on amtrak

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Really i was the one trying to dance