This is a song about "French class"

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I ain't even really need that shop class

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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

Im sizzlin like french fries

Sky high, iced out paradise

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Fell asleep in first class

No one-half and i hate math

On a whole different class

Rolling while im blowing this stash