This is a song about "Diss misms outta class"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I need you outta sight,

So blast off i'm outta here

But this real, fuck how you feel

Spit a poem or a diss

Cuz ignorance is bliss

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Your beautiful during class

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

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

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

With stubs coming outta their shrubs

Good kids make bad grown ups