This is a song about "Going to class"

First out the gate last back to class,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

Well here's how to keep the flow going

And this will be the song that we sing

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

And listen to the class professor/

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

White middle class parents are sayin' rappers get paid to cuss,

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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