This is a song about "Ecnomics 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

Talking of the gods you serve

Now you're class partners for starters,

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

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

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

I walk down the hallway to my class

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

She gon' shake that little ass while they rain with that cash

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

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

Except she's got a little more ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class