This is a song about "Going to class"

From poor to middle class and back again, i'm psycho to rap,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

That to white, middle class america needs explainin',

Head of the class moments need to pass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And now it's the perfect time to start our little class

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

I used to look up to middle-class kids for trading places,

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Walked with you to class, just tryna make you see

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

So don't waste your time on bitches just stick with going to class