This is a song about "French class"

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

First out the gate last back to class,

Bring your pen and your weed stash

I'm just fucking round in class

So much class, double d’s and ass

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

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