This is a song about "Ecnomics class"

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old

Fell asleep in first class

Little light in the ass

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

And it ain't no thing, you in dungy's dungeon

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Thick lips and a sick class

The only time i flirt with her

I'm a first class writer,

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

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

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

Along with the whole class

Gotta make that cash