This is a song about "Economics class"

Thick lips and a sick class

While i'm rubbing on that ass

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

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

When it comes to spitting that fire

I'm a first class writer,

And you just want to get to class

No one-half and i hate math

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Physical fitness, home economics

Went out and had a church of kids

I'm just fucking round in class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Chain withdrawn when we not together

And listen to the class professor/