This is a song about "Egnlish class"

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Fell asleep in first class

Baby got that super bass

And i ain't frontin for her

I'm a first class writer,

Thick lips and a sick class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Skipping class and growing cold

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass