This is a song about "Ecnomics class"

Took the van, went snatch her

I'm a first class writer,

Cause you're most likely to crash

First out the gate last back to class,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Fell asleep in first class

Got my foot on the gas

Talking of the gods you serve

Now you're class partners for starters,