This is a song about "High class"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

So while out here, at high class luncheons

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

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

Shunned by the high class cause my spit is filthy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Instead of being in class

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

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

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Along with the whole class