This is a song about "First class"

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

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

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

I'm a first class writer,

When it comes to spitting that fire

...that's all i have

Why did i take this class/

I'm just fucking round in class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

And flying first class the bong is what i want passed that aint a microphone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

And listen to the class professor/

Pain, he's ready for whatever