This is a song about "Ecnomics class"

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

So chase the air hide your stash

I'm just fucking round in class

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

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

Why did i take this class/

You can't be wiping your ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Along with the whole class

How the fuck you wipe your ass

On a whole different class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

I ain't even really need that shop class