This is a song about "Economics class"

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

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

Physical fitness, home economics

I be giving work to the kids

On a whole different class

So chase the air hide your stash

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Except she's got a little more ass

And you just want to get to class

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

Just put your hand on the glass