This is a song about "Flying first class clean"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I'm just fucking round in class

All my shit designer

I'm a first class writer,

My words, skillful like flying birds,

Actions speak louder than words

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Shit, in this white man's world

But lets put first things first

First class trip just to see you

She gonna dance when that molly through

So chase the air hide your stash

Along with the whole class

Why did i take this class/

And when it come to the cash