This is a song about "Foods class"

See her man face-to-face through the glass

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

...that's all i have

Thick lips and a sick class

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I'm a first class writer,

Cause i'm a lower class citizen

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Skipping class and growing cold

All this paper i fold

And when it come to the cash

Your beautiful during class