This is a song about "Ecnomics class"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

Your beautiful during class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And listen to the class professor/

Your life is a product of trash

Fell asleep in first class

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

I'm a first class writer,

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her